Let’s start today off with the notion that it could just be the weather
treading on my thoughts. The air swaying commotion. This could surly dampen me
as well. I see the rain, oh how it fell, as if to ease me. I couldn’t tell you,
for you’re not here for me to tell
Can you hear the rain tapping on your skin. Won’t you let it in so it can
possibly dampen this ringing
Mirror mirror on the wall we haven’t spoken in awhile but should you get this
call. Send a doctor, send a surgeon who will see it through. That this
operation ends with me forgetting who got me this far from you.
(Chorus)
«Where are all of your friends? this worried world breaks and bends.
Where are all of your friends? They can’t be far from gone but I still can’t
mend. No, they can’t be far from gone so my love I’ll send.» Pull it apart.
Pluck at your heart. Playing on your red guitar
(Come on) I can’t stop talking to me. I just keep tapping on my shoulder only
turning to see myself and me. It seems I need to find myself some company
Pull it apart. Pluck out your heart. Playing on your red guitar.
Harmony, everything dear to me. Playing on your red guitar. Oh,
doctor doctor can you fill in the space? Ive gone through numerous bottles and
now I’ve run out of chase. It seems I need to find a face who’s been diagnosed
with a familiar case. (Just like the one I can’t erase)
(Chorus)