Stripped Strings
(hummmmm) Early morning frost on the pane
Silence is a comfortable friend
We don't need the noise to explain
How the winter met the autumn's end
Strip it all away to the wood and wire
Let the embers settle in the open fire
No electric spark,
no electric sound
Just the honest truth we finally found (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Dusty chords and worn-out designs
Singing to an empty wooden room
Tracing out the delicate lines
Of a flower finding space to bloom
Strip it all away to the wood and wire
Let the embers settle in the open fire
No electric spark,
no electric sound
Just the honest truth we finally found
Just the wood
and wire (ahhhh)