Cotton Strings
It's funny when I called ; You were at the angels fall ; You said I play my guitar ; As if it had cotton strings ; Cotton wings ; Cotton hymns ; You cannot win ; With cotton dreams ; But I count my ways ; I count my days ; I write as lace ; There're holes in my poetry ; I sing it loud ; I play with doubt ; Oh, well I still count your ways of loving me ; And I find hard to confess ; I'm oblivion first lady ; And I play my heart on that cotton string ; I keep it hid ; Just like you did ; I had to lead my mind that way ; 'Cause I count my ways ; I count my days ; I write as lace ; There're holes in my poetry ; But you've taken my heart away ; And it's a lonely tune six cotton strings ; Will play; 