Letra de 1, 2, 3, 4 Guitars

Let's sling our rain slicks over February's fantastic antlers
Sprouting from the foreheads of world famous romancers
The winter's looming like a bloodthirsty bird of prey
And i guarantee by spring we'll either be world famous or goddamned dead
Guitar one fastens languid years to busty bones like dust and skin on a dull antique moon
Guitar two's touch keeps ruining lovers for other lovers
Like jokers concealed in trick decks in our laps
There's a train tumbling down torn paper tracks while weeds blossom from heartbeats that lack
Guitar three's dancing even though her song stopped playing ages and ages ago
She's at an empty dance club suspended in the middle of a rambling sentence
Guitar four says, "if you still believe in the grace of man
Let me introduce you to greedy greedy hands."
Let's sling our rain slicks over every single second
To the rapture dripping from clocks ticking all our misadventures
The winter left town with some seventeen-year-old waitress
And spring's laying in a pile of all the moments of our misadventures