Out-of-tune guitars

I was born on a hill
and I must have rolled a long way down to get here
The bell that used to ring in the tower
went quiet a long time ago
So now the only way we acknowledge the
passage of time and the
feast of the saints and the
total eclipse of the sun is with
out-of-tune guitars

She was born in the valley
and she must have worked hard to rise so high
The wolves that used to howl at the moon
went quiet a long time ago
So now the only way we celebrate the
aching in our hearts and the
hunger of our nights and the
loneliness of the moon is with
out-of-tune guitars

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