Man on stage, oh, how you straddle the strings that hold me together.
I am a guitar in your arms, a mic in your palm, a shuddering, tormented wreck - like a nerve exposed.
Pulsing on naked skin, I shudder. My mind is blank yet full to the brim. Overboiling, bubbling over, scorching -
Sizzling out in the fire when I jumped from the pan.
Man on stage, keep singing that song, sing to me all night long. You know my rhythm, you know the words, you know the song written on my soul.
I am a guitar in your arms, a naked nerve on your lips...
Man on stage, sing to me again.
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