Here in this corner of the city
Playing guitar without knowing what to do
Changing position and cycle
Changing tuning and rhythm
What's next to break the pattern?
What's next to break the pattern?
My hands are already tired
From changing so much
I get in tune with the fog
I have two passes for the backstage
But You weren't there
But you weren't here
Here in this corner of the city
Playing guitar without knowing what to do
Here in this corner of the city
Playing guitaraah!