And though I am changing chords
and though I am changing rhythms
all the tunes are all well known
and all the things stay the same
I wish I´d touched you far more often
I wish I´d told you more than that
I´d wish the happiness that tied us
feels stronger, bright and sane
But there´s a fire in my fingers
and there´s a fire in my play
strumming beats that kill the anger
and strumming sounds that kill the rage
there´s a fire in those fingers
of the poet that knows it´s stone
who is struggling just by writing
his very famous poem
You held my hand while we were standing
a black and white shot by the sea
the salt that touched our skin was burning
I looked at you, you looked at me
And though I am changing views
and though I am changing opinions
our love can beat the world
and our love can fight oblivion
But there´s a fire in my fingers
and there´s a fire in my play
strumming beats that kill the anger
and strumming sounds that kill the rage
there´s a fire in those fingers
of the poet that knows it´s stone
who is struggling just by writing
his very famous poem