Seek The Tabla

Verse 1

Chiseled hands remember the skin

A horsehide circle calling me in

My father tuned it before the war

Every knuckle knew what the sound was for

Pre-Chorus

And the rhythm came easy

When the city went quiet

Chorus

The truth of the tabla is a steady thread

Four fingers dancing on a borrowed bed

Nothing you take is ever really yours

The truth of the tabla is an open door

Verse 2

I left it hanging on a dusty wall

Half a year and I forgot its call

But late one night the neighbor knocked

My borrowed circle softened and unlocked

Pre-Chorus

And the rhythm came easy

When the city went quiet

Chorus

The truth of the tabla is a steady thread

Four fingers dancing on a borrowed bed

Nothing you take is ever really yours

The truth of the tabla is an open door

Bridge

Beat to beat to beat

Old skin remembers everything

Slap and slide and ring

Nobody keeps the pulse they borrow

Guitar Solo

Chorus

The truth of the tabla is a steady thread

Four fingers dancing on a borrowed bed

Nothing you take is ever really yours

The truth of the tabla is an open door