Guitars and Microphones - Kate Pierson

Picture of your mother hanging on the wall

Sets my mind back, sets my mind back to that fall

We jumped into the leaves of lovers lost

It set my heart clock, set my heart clock

And our folks smoked choked (?) 'til the sun moved

You set my soul alive, my soul alive you

Dropping staggers, dolls and telephones

You set the tables tone, tables tone, tables tone

Growing pains shake your chains

Splintered like firewood

Bandaids won’t heal all the things I feel

Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Blended together by guitars and microphones

We wrote our protest songs, we wrote our protest songs

Dreams chased me like a criminal

We took our orange pills, we took our orange pills

While they clapped, we cracked like a walnut shell

Secrets we’ll never tell, secrets we’ll never tell

I’ll keep you safe in my treasure chest

'Til time the clever thief stole you and left

Growing pains shake your chains

Splintered like firewood

Bandaids won’t heal all the things I feel

Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Bandaids won’t heal all the things I feel

Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Lost to the dawn, we’re moving on

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

You split like an apple thrown against the wall

You split like an apple thrown against the wall