[Verse 1: Iain]
See she found him asleep on a heated floor
Saw his eyes had signs of crying, but realised not to ask what for
A good first-aider, she first made sure he was safe
Then began to explain the complaints of her day

[Chorus: Callum]
Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck

[Verse 2: Iain]
She often held in her intrusive thoughts for fear
That the weight of her worries was too much for him to hear
But pressure causes pipes to crack and now his shoulder's drenched in tears
She was so overwhelmed, it was like she hadn't cried in years
And he said, "Even Jesus Christ himself needed help to bear his cross
Please feel free to lean on me if the world becomes too much"
He didn't speak a word then, but still felt some sense of purpose
If not to heal her hurting, at least to relieve her burdens

[Chorus: Callum]
Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck
[Bridge: Callum & Iain]
And she crouched beside him as he lay down again
But this time breathing laboured, pins and needles from toes to head
She quelled her anxiety to calm her fading friend
Told him to keep his eyes open though now he was submerged in ocean
And the ambulance rolled up like his limousine
To take him to a place where he reigned supreme
But trade in golden bedposts for a hospital bed
It's like monogrammed jewelry, but a plastic name band instead

[Chorus: Callum & Callum and Iain]
Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck
Little cellist, don't break that wooden neck
It's not selfish to not do all they expect
And my good friend, it's okay to be upset
So loosen your tight grip around that wooden neck