Yer Ropes

They say the past is broken
If you want to live like most
They say this place here is haunted
Yeah, but only by a ghost

Either way angel
You can earn your wings
By living on both coasts
Seldom is the silence broken
Excepting for the few and fortunate to boast

Hanging by a thread
Well out on the ropes

Well you got enough to hang ya
But you know better than to stand still
All your lovers can remain here
But I guess you never will
There's so much left to shoot for
And you look good moving in for the kill
You can wash the dirt off later
With some time and a little bit of soap

Hanging by a thread
Well out on the ropes

The fly here loves the spider
As they dance around the bed
The wilful wanton inside her
Delivers desires to the heart and head
When it's time to fly come morning
The spider smiles and says nope
He's grown to love the way your wings feel

Hanging by a thread
Well out on the ropes

Well you half expected it to happen
But never reduced by someone
Whom who felt so close

Either way angel
You could keep your wings
And the stuff you cherish most
As you settle in all broken

Hanging by a thread
Here, well out on the ropes
Well out