Dead Rope Machine -

When your dead rope machine grows cold

I’ll make you another one out of gold

Oh, and when we die — a beast like everyone

We’ll find you and remind you

You shined once

C’est la vie, la vie

What may be has already been — it’s all the same

And you dance your magic dance

And you try so hard you try

To retie all those bitter ends and push them back inside

Here’s my halo…

I don’t think I’ll need that

There’s a stranger at the door

He cuts with frayed incisions on the rope we hold

Oh and when we die — a beast in all of us

Will find you and remind you

You shined once

C’est la vie, la vie

What may be has already been — it’s all the same

And you dance your frantic dance

And you try so hard you try

To retie all those wicked skins and push them back inside

Here’s my halo

I don’t think I’ll need that

And I…

Wherever I will go

Wherever I go

I wear that coiled fear

And in a way the riddle ends

When we can but only, and always doubt

So let it all out, let it all out

You and I will cut our nooses loose

You and I will draw a course

If you and I can find a few more minutes

To find a way to find a road

You and I will never be alone