Conells - Uninspired Lyrics
Well the steel in his stringsCuts into his fingersAnd the lines that are leftHe knows so wellAnd the words that he screamsSift through the smoke and sweatWhile his wandering mindTries to tell...To tell him hes uninspiredIn some weary, absent wayTo tell him hes simply tired...Then the sound rolls inAnd lifts him up and in to the place he shouldve beenThen the sound rolls in, and lifts him up and inAnd when all has been drainedHe wrestles with the feelingOf an unfelt refrain that he knew too wellAnd the words that he hears,Because they complimentAre the words that he fears,Because they tell...They tell him hes uninspiredIn some weary absent wayThey tell him hes simply hired here.Then the sound rolls in.And lifts him up and in to the place he shouldve beenThen the sound rolls in...