In Your Head

Your body turns me on
Rotten inside the vanish gleems
Old strings are out of tune
And from the bottom
Up to the neck
The head doesn´t swing
Olfdashioned thing
But I love to play again
I love to play it
In your head is a room
But the key is lost in unknown gloom
Inside the wood the many tears
That I could hardly see
Your sun was blinding
Your like a chord with fast release
So plase don´t hide behind your band
Pretending to be the first violine