Six strings, adore your every touch
Fit me, I'm your empty glove
So pick me up, and put me down
I'll wait for you for now

Hold you like a prayer
Those few moments something's there
When you pick me up and put me on
I breathe in your song

And I can see you when you're dancing in the flesh
And when you're gone, I'm holding on and missing you to death

I'm praying, your disciple
I'm waiting, writer with her bible
I'm aching, and the pain is vital
Addiction with a pen
And without you, I'm a glove without a hand