Coging's Glory टैब्स

Is that chance?, It’s disappearing
And the future, is looking tired
And my head, is all the contradictions
In my hands a mess of splinters chrome and wide
Dead guitars, dead guitars

Well I played her, like a soul
It never, the song is gone
And I sung, everyone of the praises
All she left me, more empty phrases
On dead guitars, dead guitars
Dead guitars, dead guitars

Well I see, all these new faces
And they looked to me, like a row of trees
We’ll all be friends that have now departed
I still the want, means the most to me
Dead Guitars, dead guitars
All your dead guitars, dead guitars

And the silence, steal the moment
May became, the upper hand
And I will surrender to that language
It’s the only one I really understand
Take a life in all it’s glory
All that sweetness, rare and pure

Now I now that all that noise was just a cover
Came and went so that we may hear
Dead guitars, dead guitars
Dead guitars, dead guitars