Tired, cracked fingers stroke old strings
I’m searching for a melody
I’m searching for a memory
I’m remembering your skin, just seconds from mine
I’m searching for reflection.
staring into this glass
watch the seconds drift away
I’m searching for a melody.
The curve of this body, resting on me
hollow, cool and comfortable
these fingers bring out sound
I wrote a song to no one
Won’t you write a song for me?
Trapped inside, yet somehow feeling so exposed,
alone and naked.
I’m searching for as memory
Tired, cracked fingers stroke old strings
Bring out a sound so familiar
So comfortable, so unchanged.
