I write cold words leaning on my guitar The wind seems silent and also without direction I've been tired and sometimes without reason I've been more worn than the fingers on my hand
Is everything alright? Everything is fine, then Everything is fine, no, nothing is fine Is everything alright? Everything is fine, then Everything is fine, no, nothing is fine
And if you hear me play Ignore the notes I will miss When you hear me sing No, don't mind my being out of tune
