Cue the Strings

Before you speak

The words are plain to see

Upon your skin, they sing, they dance and spinSo what, pray tell

Will save you now?

Here comes that cold sunriseAnd at the peak

We reach to cue the strings

They ring, so sweet, they lay in plain reliefSo what, pray tell

Will save you now?

Here comes that cold sunrise

Here comes that cold sunrise