I try to name the feeling, the one that makes my chest tight,
But every label shatters in the pale electric light.
Chorus
So I pick up the heavy wood, the worn and familiar friend,
And watch my shaking fingers on the steel strings bend.
It’s not my voice you’re hearing in this minor, falling scale,
It’s the truth I couldn’t whisper, the story I couldn’t tell.
The dissonance is doubt, the resolution’s peace,
Every chord I fret is a sentence, finally released.
The guitar speaks for me.
Verse 2
My thumb catches the low E string, a rumble deep and slow,
It’s the heavy, weighted burden that only you would know.
Then a melody unfolds, simple, clean, and sparse,
A confession without context, seen across the dark.
You don’t need a dictionary, you don’t need a key,
To translate the intention flowing out of me.
This six-string conversation has no need for lies,
It’s just the shadow of my soul reflected in your eyes.
Chorus
So I pick up the heavy wood, the worn and familiar friend,
And watch my shaking fingers on the steel strings bend.
It’s not my voice you’re hearing in this minor, falling scale,
It’s the truth I couldn’t whisper, the story I couldn’t tell.
The dissonance is doubt, the resolution’s peace,
Every chord I fret is a sentence, finally released.
The guitar speaks for me.
Bridge
When I play that lonely arpeggio, reaching for the high note,
That’s the unspoken prayer caught deep inside my throat.
And the silence between the strumming, the air that holds the sound,
Is every question left unasked when no answer can be found.
But it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to be true,
And these hollow, wooden sounds are everything I meant to say to you.
Chorus
So I pick up the heavy wood, the worn and familiar friend,
And watch my shaking fingers on the steel strings bend.
It’s not my voice you’re hearing in this minor, falling scale,
It’s the truth I couldn’t whisper, the story I couldn’t tell.
The dissonance is doubt, the resolution’s peace,
Every chord I fret is a sentence, finally released.
The guitar speaks for me.
Outro
Just a fade of an E minor, a final, slow decay...
Yeah, the guitar speaks for me.
It always knows what I need to say.
Jason
