The hangman's in the noose,. The prisoner is loose,. The wheel has come around,. And the velvet curtain coming down.. And I left it there,. A suitcase on a chair..
There's a light overhead, overhead. In the sky overhead, overhead. And I'm with you now. In body in music and mind. And we're silent and still. Everything's so out of control tonight.
Beside me now, are strangers to my eyes. It might be getting crazy, might be wise. Stranded either way. Such a lonely place. I'm looking out for you. Among the flies that wait in line.