Teardrop Guitar
Tell me all about the golden road you built
Take my frigid hand and lead me up the hill
To the city where your palace stands
I really wanna understand
Your scene
Lately I've been hiding underneath my tears
From hands that wanna squeeze me till I disappear
The same hands hold the dollar bills that
Form the noose that strangles out my fun
I am on a run
When life is all turned inside out
All I got is my teardrop guitar
I wanna see you cry
I wanna see you cry
Was I born to balance on the fence you make
That sections out my tiny share,the rest you take
And it rains down in glitter-gold all over you and turns you into mold
While I just get old
When life is all turned inside out
All I got is my teardrop guitar
I wanna see you cry
I wanna see you cry