Black Guitar

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

The strings of my heart he pulled with his fingertips
I was getting lost in the shade of the song
Imagine he'd play my mind
Like he played on that
Black guitar

This year I lost my heart in the autumn
Like the souls of the leaves had been set on fire
Glowing in the warm sun rays
Black branches holding it all
The last leaves hanging on

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

The strings of my heart he pulled with his fingertips
I was getting lost in the shade of the song
Imagine he'd play my mind
Like he played on that
Black guitar

I'll paint my lips and nails a dark blue
Like the shade of the sky that night outside
Waiting for the cool wind's touch
I could see your heartbeat
Through your shirt

A grin stole its way across creeping on my cheeks
I would never feel so alone anymore
Imagine he'd play my mind
Like he played on that
Black guitar

You thought you you'd seen it all
Till you saw me dance
And you thought your music was loud
Till you heard mine

I'll dream some green dreams tonight
The neon kind or the tone from my eyes
I'll think of how you love this hue
When the plane cuts the sky in two

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

It came to life when he played
Began to breathe with him
He gave it a name
A pick-up game

Imagine he'd play my mind
Like he played on that
Black guitar



Credits
Writer(s): Anny Leigh Ackermann
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