hammers and strings

But I miss you like hell
I still hear you in this old piano, yeah.
She says “Andy I know that we don’t talk as much
But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs
C’mon write me a song gimme something to trust
Just promise you won’t let it be just the keys that you touch”

Gimme something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down I don’t think I’ll close my eyes
‘Cause lately I’m not dreaming
So what’s the point in sleeping
It’s just that at night I’ve got nowhere to hide
So I’ll write you a lullaby


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