Lyric

The hands of the clock, melting in the afternoon

Infinite shadows, stretching through the day

On a park bench, gazing up at the sky

Aimless clouds, just fading away

In the center of this map, so tight and small

Holding my breath, just to survive it all

Killing my voice, and locking up my heart

Every time I pass through the high school gate

Looking back, tempted by a familiar fate

Asphalt haze, shimmering in the heat

Burning up the days, bitter and bittersweet

No courage to leave this quiet town

But something is missing, dragging me down

A desert storm, rising in my soul

Strum it out, this newborn impulse

Rusty strings, feel the magic in my pulse

Painting over this monochrome view

A world starts here, from six strings brand new

Breaking through the boring rhythm now

Blurred noise, turning to a beat somehow

Tearing up the lead, so ordinary

With my guitar, I’ll change the story

Shaking hands, playing clumsy chords

Cracking open this town and its wards

Tracing marks on empty, hollow days

Distorted sound, lighting up the ways

Broke the loop, the same as yesterday

F Major, the first one I could play

Hurting fingertips, they made me see

I am right here, I can shout, I’m free

Strum it out, this heart’s impulse

Rusty strings, giving life to my pulse

The monochrome world starts to move

A world starts here, finding my own groove

The infinite boredom I used to know

A precious prelude, starting to show

Walking out now, with my guitar in hand

Turning this town into songs across the land