Old Strings

Whisper so softly in my ear
Tell me what you see tell me what you fear
As clear as the clouds that cast over your tongue
The words that will hide your guilt when you're under the thumb

Those old strings so rusty and so thin
And soon they'll break and you'll find yourself losing those games you play
Same mistakes you made just to feel safe
Pick up your heart and then take my hand and we'll find your saving grace

You have made your bed
But you won't rest your head
You have made your bed
You'll see me when you're dead

Take your time make up your mind
The fumbled words and the bridge it burns drink your glass of wine
Hear the song the drums that beat down on
My sweet demise and your Dilwyn eyes you slowly cut the ties

You slowly cut the ties

You have made your bed
But you won't rest your head
You have made your bed
You'll see me when you're dead

You'll see me when you're dead
And you have made you bed
But you won't rest your head