Stringing Single

Sure, I'll be a bead on your string If you don't mind me doing the same

To You

Our voices carry like birdsongs Over the phone, through the halls Sometimes behind me Or when we're bold Face to face

What to say When all is feeling

What to do That's not revealing

Maybe your string is mine And we'd be side by side No place to hide

We think we hold the beads Imaginations running wild