Hangman, hangman, slack your noose. Slack it, oh slack it. Slack it for a while. There ain't no use in your hurrying me. Ain't nothing gonna change things now.
Verse 1:. This will take some explaining but I think you will agree. There is no use pretending that there's hope for you and me. Chorus:. And I love her, but do you think she can see.
Falling out again. Cos I like the way it feels to live in doubt. Just when everything was working out. And it's all because of me. All these emotional feelings I can't ignore.
I don't know where to start. Say I'm tired or throw a party. These cucumber eyes are lying. The more that I smile about it. And all of my clothes feel.
I don't know where to start. Say I'm tired or throw a party. These cucumber eyes are lying. The more that I smile about it. And all of my clothes feel.
Hey, talk to me, I cannot explain, boy. It's crazy but I'll be all you need. Talk to me, you know it's so true, boy. Now it seems our live's so complete.
Sadness. I feel my heart's not open. Last night my wings were broken. But love will come my way. . Freedom. I swim right through the ocean. A really good emotion.
Night and day, come what way. You know that I'm in love, babe. (Okay). Too much is not enough, yeah. You are my darling angel. . You must be sent from up above.
Baby I can see maybe what you are tryin' But not denying to me. Baby I think it's sneakin' all of that freakin'When you are right here with me now. Baby don't even got here since they are not fair.
I'm gonna have myself some nightlife. 'Cause I just know that it will do me good. I'll go along with all the big hype. An' I won't flinch to do all what I should.
There is hope for us. There is distance between you and I. We have just enough. And it comes as no surprise. . I was in between. You were matches and kerosene.
Frankly I'm not impressed. With the issue you've undressed. And you never come around. Little fingers creep up and under my neck tie. . You can bury me with your bullets and your smile.
Wake up in red sheets. Smell the day. Taste the salt. Your fingertips are hieroglyphics. Waiting to behave themselves. And I'll not try. As ancient as we are.
Lord, how it comes is how it goes,. You don't need to chase my ghost anymore,. Ghosts in those cuts I used to see. Are the cuts that you would see in me.
Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change. Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston. Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems. Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat.
Well, they tell me there's a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die. But between the day you're born and when you die. They never seem to hear even your cry.
I lost all my thoughts of angels in an aspirin billboard. . Walking down 16th street, hit the cross street Catatonia. I wish I had the strength to do your drugs, it must take strength.
Some day he's gonna wake up. In a burning house. And wonder what to save. And wonder who to blame. . Someday he's gonna wake up. In a burning house. And wonder what got burned.
Hangtown, sing the final song. It's called the tree from which you hang,. That's done no wrong. . Hangtown, the birds have not yet gone. They're waiting around to see that you fly on.