Gene Clark – Strength Of Strings In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun Now I see that my world has only begun Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings When I’m feeling high or I’m feeling low Or there is no change Somehow days keep melting into the night And there’s always light on the cosmic range I am always high I am always low There is always change Hear the strings are bending in harmony Not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun Now I see that my world has only begun Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

Gene Clark -- Strength Of Strings
In my life the piano sings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings
Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun
Now I see that my world has only begun 
Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings 
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings
When I’m feeling high or I’m feeling low
Or there is no change
Somehow days keep melting into the night
And there’s always light on the cosmic range 
I am always high I am always low 
There is always change
Hear the strings are bending in harmony
Not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range
In my life the piano sings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings
Fiery rain and rubies cooling in the sun
Now I see that my world has only begun 
Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings 
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings