Lyric

I threw a quiet punch from a peaceful place

Screaming strings in my six-string case

No bad blood, just a strike outta nowhere

Like a busted copier, spitting out despair

“You were just smiling—so what’s the crime?”

But those soft little words cut every time

You staggered off, no truth in your shoes

Felt like something too damn sharp to lose

(Yeah) I love you, wrapped in static and sound

(Hey) Sparks in silence, love breaking down

You said, "This ain't justice, not even close"

You said, "This ain't justice, no, no"

It’s me and you and this beat-up guitar

Scratching maps to where the breakdowns are

(Yeah) I love you, wrapped in static and sound

(Hey) Sparks in silence, love breaking down

You said, "This ain't justice, not even close"

You said, "This ain't justice, no, no"

I plus you plus noise and a six-string sound

I plus you plus noise and a six-string sound