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