Strings of Your Veins
Arms so stiff, hold to sustain
Squeezing the strings of your veins
Upon the frets of your frets
I can play, we will pray
Feeling carved and feeling blue
So lost without you and lost without a cue
Pressing the chords of your heart
Turning our love into art
Turning the keys to your heart
Tuning silence from the dark
Circulate round, around your mind
Donating your time, it's hard to find
Melodic riffs to heal rifts
I can play, we will pray
Passion filled, holes too hot
Too tender to touch, too sharp it won't clot
Pressing the chords of your heart
Turning our love into art
Turning the keys to your heart
Tuning silence from the dark
Pressing the chords of your heart
Turning our love into art
Turning the keys to your heart
Tuning silence from the dark