Testo Black Strat

heard your voice cut through the basement noise
made my way through the crowd
your guitar was screaming in the dark
your black stratocaster sound
it was holy
it felt so holy
i said holy shit
went outside, perfect midwestern night
rode my bike through the town
saw the sky look like a handful of sparkles
falling shimmering down
it was holy
it felt so holy
i said holy shit