Got strings on my guitar
Got fingers on my hands
My tunes vibrate
Lost in the submarine sands
I strum away
And pick all day
Them vibrations tremble and wither to decay
None of my love is heard
Oh babe don't say another word
With your eyes fixed on the rock standing out
In your ocean of doubt
Oh you can't hear my shouts
But his every whisper finds your ears
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
Got strings on my guitar
Got fingers on my hands
My tunes vibrate
Lost in the submarine sands
I strum away
And pick all day
Them vibrations tremble and wither to decay
None of my love is heard
Oh babe don't say another word
With your eyes fixed on the rock standing out
In your ocean of doubt
Oh you can't hear my shouts
But his every whisper finds your ears
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