Paul Baribeau
Black Strat
heard your voice cut through the basement noisemade my way through the crowdyour guitar was screaming in the darkyour black stratocaster soundit was holyit felt so holyi said holy shitwent outside, perfect midwestern nightrode my bike through the townsaw the sky look like a handful of sparklesfalling shimmering downit was holyit felt so holyi said holy shit
From Letras Mania