Lyrics Guitars and Microphones - Kate Pierson

Picture of your mother
Hanging on the wall
Sets my mind back
Sets my mind back to that fall
We jumped into the leaves
Of lovers lost
It set my heart clock
My heart clock
And our folks smoked joked
Til the sun mooned
You set my soul alight
My soul alight you
Trumpets tigers dolls
And telephones
You set the table's tone
Table's tone table's tone

Growing pains
Shake your chains
Splintered like firewood
Band-aids won't heal
All the things I feel
Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn
We're moving on
We split like an apple thrown
Against the wall

Banded together by guitars
And microphones
We wrote our protest songs
We wrote our protest songs
Dreams chased me
Like a criminal
We took our orange pills
We took our orange pills
While they clapped we cracked
Like a walnut shell
Secrets we never tell
Secrets we never tell
I keep you safe in
My treasure chest
But time a clever theft
Stole you and left