歌詞
[Verse 1]
Found your pick in the ashtray
Set list crumpled on the floor
Dust on the old black hardcase
Your coffee ring by the door
[Chorus]
Guitar strings
Still remember how you held them
How you bent them till they cried
Every chord
Still hanging in the curtains
Like you never said goodbye
Guitar strings
Saying what I never could
Every time they bite my fingers
I get you
I get you back for a minute
[Verse 2]
Neck worn smooth where your thumb lived
Tiny chip on the sunburst edge
Your name carved small in the back plate
Half a song stuck in my head
[Chorus]
音楽のスタイル
Warm indie-folk band feel: fingerpicked acoustic front and center, light brushy drums, soft bass. Verses intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a subtle organ pad. Male vocals, gentle swing, tambourine lifting the final hook.