baby, were bothstrumming and screaming the same song

winter is terrible.
winter is tearing a hole.

its nice to know, your hitting that nylon so hard
its nice to know, we're both strumming and screaming so loud
its hard to know, we're far away, but i can here you through these chords.
its hard to grow, when i'm strumming and screaming alone
its hard to know, these soundwaves will never bounce off the same walls again.

i'm missin you, i'm listening to you, and i'm playing for you, i'm playing for you.
its my last night in town.
its hard to know, these acoustics wont ever blend into a plan
its hard to hear, your voice......i miss your sound.
i hope you've found what your lookin for.
cause its something i can't.