Wood Guitar Songtext / Lyric

Here we are, a final moment

found inside a wood guitar

That splits the seams wide open

Oh Oh

'cause I know who you are

You paint the doors and walls

and listen for the bell-chime calls

And life is nothing more at all than

tea-cup drips and bouncing balls

And Oh

It's real, and never fading

Listen to the strings you've strung

and all the words you're saying now



Sing a song, a song with feeling

that sounds best when you've hit the bong

and concludes deeper meaning

Oh Oh

'cause I know sometimes

All the thoughts can sometimes hit

Confusion as the record skips

But how needs fools to think you('re) hip

When all the world is full of shit

And Oh

I hear the timbres you're playing

It sits inside the summer sky

It's softly cascading