So if I had a dime for. Every time I should've. Stopped playing guitar. And put my nose in a book. . Well, then my head would be healthy. And my guitar would be dusty.
All left hands and accidents. Size of your life. I didn't see you coming out. Corner of my eye. . Yeah, I've been around before. But this time I don't.
There's no one to save with your albums. So come on baby take off your headphones. No more guitar songs. It's just nervous energy you're sending to me.
Feed the night. With alibis that simplify our lives. And justify our deep ends. . We speak in tongues. Keep our conversations off the table. Off the streets are filled with ice.