Another Song For A Blue Guitar
she comes apart at the seam
cause she never dream
as she lays up awak
cause her feelings ach
and the one thing she foun
as she gazed at the se
was that she lost her fait
her faith in m
and in the early mornin
i can't make up a thin
and a barely can pla
i don't like to sin
so i picked up my brus
painted blue guita
and i ripped off the chord
from 'bron y' aur
so i played her a son
but the timing was wron
poor choices of chord
and the words were force
and the one thing that i foun
as i gazed at the se
was that she lost all hop
all hope in m
as she gazed at the se
was that she lost her fait
her faith in me