Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...

Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...


And your husband's here as well
And I know he'd like to help with the bills

Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...

Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...

Is there something else to tell
Of your own personal hell
Does it kill?

Strings to cans so I can hear your voice
Now talking is rapture; the strings give us order
and I am still...

Strings have stretched but I can hear your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just longer
and I am still...

Strings have broke, but I can remember your voice
Now talking is harder, but the strings are just borders
And I am...

Still your son