LOOSEN MY STRINGS (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice) Wake up in the morningGet into bedClosing my eyesI rest my head.There is no arrangementNo time no placeIt's gone in the windAnd left no trace.Who can say, maybe or whatever.It's up to youYou know you can trust meI'll make it up to you.You move with the actionYou loosen my stringsYour fingers can smooth out my janglesAnd all those things.Grease on the handle and the tanglesIn my hair.They always seem to go togetherI don't care.