Stefan Biniak

These days every things slips through my fingers
Slides of my palm as I linger
She cuts the meat from the bones
She sees the gold from the stones
These days everything I make is a mess
Try to think big but I come up with less
I can cut the meat from the bones
I can see the gold from the stones
I am just a beat of a drum
A love for a second
And then I am gone
I am just a single chord strung
A love for a second
And then I am gone

These days every things slips through my fingers
I should cut the meat from the bones
I should see the gold from the stones
These days it's so easy for me to forget
I promise myself I never neglect
I could cut the meat from the bones
I could see the gold from the stones
I am just a beat of a drum
A love for a second
And then I am gone
I am just a single chord strung
A love for a second
And then I am gone

I am just a beat of a drum
A love for a second
And then I am gone
I am just a singer coord strong
A love for a second
And then I am gone

I am just a beat of a drum
A love for a second
And then I am gone
I am just a singer coord strong
A love for a second
And then I am gone




Stefan Biniak

Chris B.