The Lovesong Writer Lyrics & Chords By Thursday

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, fill up the allies
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That it is all just made up
The song that he writes
Are too personal
He can't play them for anyone
When he's all alone
The lovesong writer sings
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
No one hears at all
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
Please give us meaning
And pose for me now
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
There's always a way out
There's always a way out
When he's all alone
The lovesong writer sings
Oh, can anyone hear me now?
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits
All alone
When he hears the sound
Of the knock at the door
Fifty red roses falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind
All of the others strolled up and now showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah