Strings of Ache
A guitar on my hand, and a crowd ahead, Tons of voices I heard but none were yours. As I hit the first string and sang the first verse, Ache dripped with my eyes closed. I could still feel you. Feel you… in here.
A guitar on my hand, and a crowd ahead, Tons of voices I heard but none were yours. As I hit the first string and sang the first verse, Ache dripped with my eyes closed. I could still feel you. Feel you… in here.