Boy and his Guitar (if i were a sculptor) Lyrics

I've been wandering about

All is quiet yet so loud

Her bedroom walls now a frozen white landscape

Fear manifesting, I can't escape

But Boy and his Guitar run and try and make a break for it

I've been wandering about

Ghostly haunting nowhere plains

But Jekyll takes a hold of me

When embraced by eyes of calm

The storm has settled but it won't leave

Hinders words and fragments charms

I've surrendered to the sirens' call

Too many times before

Stopped Boy and his Guitar

The color of vibration

Takes on a new form

Until expressed in efforts

Stales and sours

Poison pours

The raw ugliness of loneliness

Hums 'neath the cloak of shattered sound

The broken jangle of tarnished goods

Slapped out by Boy and his Guitar

All I wanted to do

Was play Guitar for you

When curled up at your feet

A vision of beauty now defeats

All sense of purpose and of dreams

All other artwork but mere scenes

Wrapped in my fur blanket

Naked and at home

Your blonde locks tumbled messy

Round your neck of sculpted stone

I watch you thumb and finger

Some chords so clumsily

Humming ever sweetly

Some tune by Kate Rusby

A moment branded in time

How you shine like a star

Girl and my Guitar

I've been wandering about

I know you're aimless as well

Come and take a walk with me

We'll forever wander uselessly

As the guitar family