The silence of the guitar,
I can hear it very far,
The sad feeling in the happy song,
Hiding yourself in it is wrong...
Hiding your own face...
It is a discrase:
That you must do so,
That they will be your friend and not your foe...
The silence of the guitar,
Can take you away, very far...
You are playing in the cold shade,
In the hope you will slowly fade...
You are playing in the park,
But exacly you’re just hiding in the dark,
You are playing at school,
Everyone thinks you’re good, but I call you a fool...
The silence of the guitar,
Makes me hear things I once was deaf for,
You make me hear you have nothing left here anymore,
Just the silence of the sweet guitar...