Low - Cue The Strings

Before you speak

The words are 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 lay in plain relief



So what, pray tell

Will save you now?

Here comes that cold sunrise

Here comes that cold sunrise

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