
Lyrics to Cry On Cue
There was a chord of suspension
You wanted resolution
Learning to cry on cue
Following closer, baby
Follow the heat then maybe
My open letter will guide you home
But it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only one
Freedom, right?
As it started
You are a gothic sailor, baby
I see you in glory maybe
There was a chord of pure delight
No sign of retribution
No need for resolution
You are the light that leads me home
Oh, it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only thing
Freedom right?
As it started
I feel the spirit deep inside
I drove all night to try to hide it
Give me the freedom right
Watch me in growing stages
I see you in all your ages
All eyes on the one who loves you
Ooh, it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only one
Freedom, right?
Freedom, right?
I'm learning to cry on cue
Learning to look to you
There you are as a hummingbird
Ooh, I'm, I'm drunk in the flow state, baby
It wasn't time wasted, maybe
Freedom, right?
Freedom, right?
There was a chord of suspension
Learning to cry on cue
You wanted resolution
Learning to cry on cue
Following closer, baby
Follow the heat then maybe
My open letter will guide you home
But it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only one
Freedom, right?
As it started
You are a gothic sailor, baby
I see you in glory maybe
There was a chord of pure delight
No sign of retribution
No need for resolution
You are the light that leads me home
Oh, it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only thing
Freedom right?
As it started
I feel the spirit deep inside
I drove all night to try to hide it
Give me the freedom right
Watch me in growing stages
I see you in all your ages
All eyes on the one who loves you
Ooh, it's not such a lonely thing
Now that you're not the only one
Freedom, right?
Freedom, right?
I'm learning to cry on cue
Learning to look to you
There you are as a hummingbird
Ooh, I'm, I'm drunk in the flow state, baby
It wasn't time wasted, maybe
Freedom, right?
Freedom, right?
There was a chord of suspension
Learning to cry on cue