Cue The Strings - Low

Before you speak the words
So plain to see
Upon your skin
They sing
They dance and spin

So what pray tell
Will save you now
Here comes that cold sunrise

And at the peak we reach
To cue the strings
They ring so sweet
They lean
And plead release

So what pray tell
Will save you now
Here comes that cold sunrise
Here comes that cold sunrise

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