Adrian Borland Follow

As the chance is disappearing
And the future is looking tired
In my head there's all the contradictions
in my hands a mess of splinters, chrome and wire
Dead guitars, dead guitars
Well I played her like a song
But now the song is gone
And I sung every one of her praises
Oh, she left me on empty phrases
On dead guitars, dead guitars
Well I see all these new faces
And they look to me like a row of trees
Of all the friends that have now departed
You're still the one that means the most to me
Dead guitars, dead guitars
Let the silence steal the moment
Let it gain the upper hand
And I will surrender to that language
It's the only one I really understand
Take a life in all its glory
All its sweetness rare and dear
Now I know that all that noise was just a cover
You came and went so that we might hear
Dead guitars, dead guitars