Strings of Fire

Yeah Fast lane, watch the bow slide

across the strings

Listen

Bow hit the string and I fly off the handle Spitting so

hot that it melts down the candle Fingers are moving like Paganini

on a tear Leaving a trail of smoke in the air Double-time

flow with the rhythm we keep Never slow down and we never

go sleep (ha!)

We moving fast as a violin

Rosalin on the bow,

let the fire in (let it in!) Fast as a violin

See the dust rise where the wire's been

Fretboard burning under pressure of the thumb Beat in the chest like

a military drum Sixteen bars in a breath and I'm done Looking

at the clock and the race has begun Pluck it,

slide it, play it with the friction Fast-paced words with a pristine

diction (shhhh)

Feel the friction build

Every single empty space is filled

We moving fast as a violin

Rosalin on the bow,

let the fire in (let it in!)

Fast as a violin

See the dust rise where the wire's been

Yeah,

fast as a violin

Bow down