Strings.

Be still my love;
The winter is here still,
And my heart is cold.
The sun is warm.
What if it warms me back
Into the fool I used to be,
I used to be, but now...
Hold on my love,
It won’t be long
Before my heart is healed.
As time has come and gone,
And you remain still, I heal.
I’m almost there,
I’m almost there,
But still...
I got a heart full of strings,
I got a heart full of strings!
Be gentle they break easily;
I know, I’ve healed them before.