Lyrics

[Verse]
Mark Jones from Brum, moved south to Devon,
Fixing tech with a smile, his mind's a weapon.
Nutty ex from Portugal, wild as the seas,
Snapping shots, strings on the breeze.

[Verse 2]
Hands on the keys, fingers snap, crackle, pop,
Tech wizard in the crib, never gonna stop.
She'd blow up his phone, tales of the lunatic,
Needed a new scene, the old one too sick.

[Chorus]
Guitar strings sing, melodies in the night,
Photographs flash, capturing the light.
From Birmingham streets to Devon's calm shores,
Writes his own story, knocking on new doors.

[Verse 3]
Lenses focus sharp, capturing the tide,
Tech in one hand, guitar by his side.
Moved to Devon, fresh start, new air,
Leaving behind memories of a love affair.

[Bridge]
Pixels to passion, strumming sweet chords,
Tech mastermind, never getting bored.
Photography's his muse, capturing life's grace,
Guitar is his therapy, finding his pace.

[Verse 4]
Devon hills echo, strings serenade the night,
Snap of the shutter, finding his light.
Ex was a hurricane, but now he's at ease,
Mark's new chapter, writing as he pleases.