Adrian Borland - Dead Guitars lyrics

Is that chance?, It's disappearing And the future, is looking tired And my head, is all the contradictions In my hands a mess of splinters chrome and wide Dead guitars, dead guitars Well I played her, like a soul It never, the song is gone And I sung, everyone of the praises All she left me, more empty phrases On dead guitars, dead guitars Dead guitars, dead guitars Well I see, all these new faces And they looked to me, like a row of trees We'll all be friends that have now departed I still the want, means the most to me Dead Guitars, dead guitars All your dead guitars, dead guitars And the silence, steal the moment May became, the upper hand And I will surrender to that language It's the only one I really understand Take a life in all it's glory All that sweetness, rare and pure Now I now that all that noise was just a cover Came and went so that we may hear Dead guitars, dead guitars Dead guitars, dead guitars