Hangin on a String
whispered alone
the song of an angel
echoes of a fallen tear
frayed by the wind
a weed by a willow
withered and yellow
she lays her head to die
lays to die
reading the script
of the play that we lead
christ I'd die again
o' if I could save you now
you knew this had to come
spare me the sacrilege
this play had brought upon us
lay in my dying hour
it feels like I'm
falling, falling
flying, tripping
this crown of kings
this bloody halo bleeds me dry
hear me cry
as in the script
of the play that we lead
so I rise again
much stronger than before
a child sacrifice
let me lay down this bloody cross
we've dragged so far behind us
and close this theatre now
weaping over this crooked cross
lying face down in the blood of saints
just write me out of this play
Ol' Rag Blues
your mother was crying
your father passed her a handkerchief
their tear-stained faces
looked to mine for a sign of grief
a thousand raincoats
always stand around too long
but i stayed to talk with you
after they had gone.
the flowers i brought you
were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
your name on the card had run
so i tried in vain to write it again
they didn't understand you - no!
they didn't even try
i'm so glad that you left us now
before you had the chance to die.
i sat there for a long time,
expecting to turn and see you there
i
your father passed her a handkerchief
their tear-stained faces
looked to mine for a sign of grief
a thousand raincoats
always stand around too long
but i stayed to talk with you
after they had gone.
the flowers i brought you
were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
your name on the card had run
so i tried in vain to write it again
they didn't understand you - no!
they didn't even try
i'm so glad that you left us now
before you had the chance to die.
i sat there for a long time,
expecting to turn and see you there
i