He needed an escape from this world Cause since the loss of his girl His life ain't been the same His mind and beliefs have both changed The time moves slowly And lifes a lot more lonely The road was once smooth but now it's rugged and stoney So he grabs his only relief, from this grief A 6 string that gives him the strength when troubled and weak It's like she speaks to him through the chords and notes It's how he copes, when he feels he's at the end of his rope It's not that the strings and threads help him to forget It's the melodies that remind him how good times were spent And with each rhythmn, the pain starts subsiding He departs from crying, he feels his soul flying And with each strum he knows that the time will come When both his and her souls will re-unite as one Compositions care his conditions Even though that she's gone and missing, he knows she still listens So he plays his tunes, midnight morning and noon Each song tells a story, like ancient rooms Each note that he plays takes away the gloom And gives back the strength that the pain used to consume Some days are harder than others, knowing she's gone But he learnt to bring her back, just by playing his songs So at nights when he finds that it's hard to sleep He just plays his guitar, makes it gently weep
It was like heaven when he touched those strings It felt like heaven when he touched those strings It took him to heaven when he touched those strings It felt like heaven when he touched those strings
It was never quite clear why she was chosen as [? ] And how she could never move forward like she was frozen as ice On those dark and lonely nights She'd hold her rosary tight And call out to those heavens above Because when she was a toddler, her father sexually abused her And even though he did the wrong he labelled her the loser And if she ever told a soul he promised he would shoot her And claimed that it was all in love He was an alcoholic, high off medication for depression Not from sedatives, his views were negative since adolescence He had no essence, he had no form of self-expression Cause he drank so much liquor that he couldn't manage a sentence He'd gripe then grumble, she remained polite and humble She served his every need, cause if not she knew she'd bleed She learnt her lesson quickly, and never said a word Cause it was better for her if he was never disturbed She was the woman of the house since her mum passed away And when her father looked at her, all he saw was her mother's face And she could hardly wait until that time of the day When she could go up to her room and escape to another place For when her father fell asleep, she'd grab her guitar And instantly, she was freed from the scabs and the scars It was the greatest relief because her mind was at peace And she was away from the touch that she hated so much Bottom line yo, she hated his guts And even though she dreamed of happinness, she was making it up Cause good things were non-existent in the life that she knew But at least for a night, she could pretend it was true So she strung those cords, and reached out to the Lord And dreamed those dreams About castles, kings and queens And she played away every bit of her sorrow Cause she knew she'd have to face tomorrow
It was like heaven when you plucked those strings It felt like heaven when you plucked those strings It took her to heaven when she plucked those strings It felt like heaven when she plucked those strings
She played the guitar just to relive those times When they were both together and everything was fine Cause he needed a way that he could go and escape The pain that losing someone you love creates See she played the guitar just to bring back the time When she was alive and the sun used to shine It was like travelling bac