When i lose all hope
i pick up your wooden gloss
and i make you understand
and the sound of your understanding
it makes me relax
the soft vibrations ringing in my ear
telling me it's ok to fear
the sound of your strings
it helps me to feel
it helps me to decipher
what feelings are real
i just kneel and cry and strum
and you understand
i wanna be done
so you ease my heart
and clear my mind
and you let me play you
as i cry
you don't push me away
you always talk back
and the sound of your talking
it makes me relax