Verse 1:
Like a groupie to a band, no strings attached one night stand.
Stands territorially marked the land so the stand stood longer than it was meant.
Left a trace I tracked the trail, tailed the thought train that told timorous tales threw tantrums through the grapevine, thistles tamed time to tick ten times anti-clockwise back to the twelve tribes, the dark ages were before Christ and I’m sure it was your name he called when out of darkness he called light.
So I said I wanted to get to know you, we both agreed we’d let our souls loose like Travolta’s moves we’d both look for and get back our groove.
Not even going to ask how Stella got hers back ’cause we’re not taking her route, we were going to let fate give us a chance to step on land never before mapped.
Where neither Romeo nor Juliet’s foot treads.
We were not going to fill anyone’s shoes.
No strings attached the condition still stands Faith is the key, imagination the ignition, panting like a Samaritan seeking remission I got attached to the curves.
Like a songbird your tunes made my soul dance, slow danced.
You sang melodies that expressed how you felt when I grabbed you closer to my chest, nullified the gap Bliss whenever I held you in my hands.
My fingers caressed and played they prayed you would stay there.
Chorus:
My broken guitar, you done stole my mind, and when held so tight you did say you break easily, your strings they used to tell mysteries, un-cried the miseries buried deep within.
Verse 2:
I was just a fisherman sitting on the seashore with my rod cast into the sea when I captured your heart, my intention was not to make it bleed but the wound from my hook wouldn’t heal so through my fingers it kept on bleeding until from my hands it ceased.
Scars are immortal but they live in the past so does my mindset since you left, entangled in strands, the seventh string went missing, my incompletion, six strings sewn together to a spider’s web like prey there I remained trapped starring at the blank pages left unwritten when your pen ran out of its breath and lost its will to live. Waiting for you to come back, in that hope I fed but hunger would bring death when I realised there is no return from the land of the dead
Chorus: (x2)
My broken guitar, you done stole my mind, and when held so tight you did say you break easily, your strings they used to tell mysteries, un-cried the miseries buried deep within.
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