don’t cut the strings

tekst & muziek: Eva De Roovere
 

don’t cut the strings it’s steel on steel

don’t cut the strings don’t play with me

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i’ve known you to be strong as an oak

with ebony eyes and a butterfly stroke

there always has been a lighter shade

of black and metal grey on your blade

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you’ve blended into my woodwork

without ever softening the edge

you‘ve sung to me like a true blackbird

while the night slowly stretched

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and finally things began to take root

only then I truly understood

that you for me forever would be

a heart of steel and a shell of wood