This undiscovered country before us sprawls undone
An echo 'cross the canyon, this flesh I would you strum
I am your six-string waiting, play me to the bone
I want to feel your fingers pressing, want to hear the chords, to drown
Oh my flesh is aching
Oh I am so wound
This taut string you are playing
Come and pluck me from the ground
Patience is a virtue that leads to every vice
Hold me, hold me, hold me down: I would pay you every price
I will craft you steel caresses, put the pedal to the floor
Never mind the distance gone; I am burning to the core
Oh my flesh is aching
Oh I am so wound
This taut string you are playing
Come and pluck me from the ground
In this apocalypse - creation, in this ending I renew
In this waiting lies a fullness: hues of plenitude
You are my undoing: to this surrender I will pledge
To hear the song you're keening, I will ride the razor's edge
Oh I am left bleeding
Oh I am so wound
This taut string you are playing
Come and pluck me from the ground
Come and take me to the ground
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