As my eyes burn with frustration And my heart is growing tired In my head are all the contradictions In my hands a mess of splinters, chrome and wire Dead guitars, dead guitars Well I played her like a song But now the song is gone And I sung every one of her praises And she left me with all these empty phrases On dead guitars Now I see all these new faces And they look to me like a row of trees And of all the friends that have now departed You're still the one that means the most to me Let the silence steal the moment Let it gain the upper hand And I will surrender to it's language It's the only one I really understand Take a life in all it's glory All it's sweetness, rare and dear Now I know that all that noise was just a cover You came and went so that we might hear