Testo Guitar Noir

The most sensitive string in my soul was tuned so high that it menaced to break It shivered in fear of its own song, but dared not the calm to awake I thought that I had to, my premonition said don't, let the song die down in my heart. Although I struggle through life for my water and bread And have suffered right from the start But the song was so noble, the song was so fine with vows of beauty so clean It lifted me up from the temporal life with the power that lies deep within