Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby) [Live] Songtext
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Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby) [Live] Songtext
These hammers and strings
Have followed me around
From a box-filled garage
To the dark punk-rock clubs
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
She says, "How have you been?"
I say, "Dear, I′ve been well
Oh, the money's come in
But I miss you like hell
I still hear you in this old piano, yeah"
She says, "Andy, I know
That we don′t talk as much
But I still hear your ghost
In these old punk-rock clubs
Come on, write me a song
Give me something to trust
Just promise you won't let it be
Just the keys that you touch"
Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I′ll close my eyes
′Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what′s the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night
I′ve got nowhere to hide
So I'll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
These hammers and strings
Have followed me around
Behind passenger vans
To the snow-dirt and sand
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
With a heart heavy still
She says, "Andy, the doctors
Have prescribed me the pills
But I, I know I′m not crazy
See, I just lost my will
So why am I, why am I taking them still?"
I want something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
′Cause lately I′m not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It′s just that at night
I've got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply
I′ll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
Give me something to believe in
So write it down
I don't think that I′ll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what′s the point in sleeping?
It′s just that at night
I've got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply
I′ll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
A lullaby
A lullaby
Have followed me around
From a box-filled garage
To the dark punk-rock clubs
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
She says, "How have you been?"
I say, "Dear, I′ve been well
Oh, the money's come in
But I miss you like hell
I still hear you in this old piano, yeah"
She says, "Andy, I know
That we don′t talk as much
But I still hear your ghost
In these old punk-rock clubs
Come on, write me a song
Give me something to trust
Just promise you won't let it be
Just the keys that you touch"
Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I′ll close my eyes
′Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what′s the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night
I′ve got nowhere to hide
So I'll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
These hammers and strings
Have followed me around
Behind passenger vans
To the snow-dirt and sand
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
With a heart heavy still
She says, "Andy, the doctors
Have prescribed me the pills
But I, I know I′m not crazy
See, I just lost my will
So why am I, why am I taking them still?"
I want something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
′Cause lately I′m not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It′s just that at night
I've got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply
I′ll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
Give me something to believe in
So write it down
I don't think that I′ll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what′s the point in sleeping?
It′s just that at night
I've got nowhere to hide
To the sleepless, this is my reply
I′ll write you a lullaby
A lullaby
A lullaby
A lullaby
Writer(s): Andrew Ross Mcmahon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
