Letras
White walls, silver light
Everything is sharp and bright
He moves within a silent space
A master of the mirror's face
No more noise, no more pain
Polished like a glass of rain
He's got the rhythm
He's got the soul
Making all the broken pieces whole
Yellow-Red heart, a Lion's pride
With the Beatles on his side
Yeah, the Beatles on his side
Six strings, an old refrain
Electric humming in his brain
Meticulous in every part
Science meeting with the art
One more chord and one more smile
Walking that melodic mile
Order in the room, order in the mind
Looking for the gold that the others cannot find
A surgeon with a Gibson, a Lion on the field
His precision is the only shield