He\u2019s cold in this hollow box
It\u2019s warm on the outside he begs
She\u2019s the only blanket he wants
Followed by a bow to play at courting<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Summer has gone away for a while
He feels a key change of the weather
She\u2019s unlocking her viola case and
Reading a mournful note from her lover<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Harmonies sing when he\u2019s around
Her heart grows big, her hair on end
The vibrations of love flow up her spine
Through cords of silken electricity<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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They used to relax into each other\u2019s arms
When time proved to be an illusion
A song that is always there
Kept safe in the instrument of her desire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He\u2019s cold in this hollow box It\u2019s warm on the outside he begs She\u2019s the only blanket he wants Followed by a bow to play at courting Summer has gone away for a while He feels a key change of the weather She\u2019s unlocking her viola case and Reading a mournful note from her lover … Continue reading The Viola Player\u2019s Funeral<\/span>