Twisted east, south, north
With the wind that rippled his hair
Ice stare constant, laughing
But the joy had gone
Snuffed out by the dawn
The rope had torn his flesh
And broke his neck
And left him dancing on the air
In the Hanging Gardens
Dancing with the dead
So peaceful there
Branded as a thief
They stole his name
They stole his face
Gone without a trace
They killed his dignity
And squeezed him dry
Cries for mercy lost on judges
With no ears, no hearts
Looking smart in their black caps
In the Hanging Gardens.
Love notes and carnations
Fading, slowly dying
Lying at his feet
Her sweet aroma lingered on the air
She stood and stared
She was numb now
She'd cried so much it had no meaning
So much salt and water flowing freely
Through the hanging gardens.
Blow gently, blow gently
Dressed in virgin's white
She masked her eyes with cold surprise
He cursed her name
The pain was creeping swiftly
Twisted her inside
She retched and reached out for a hand
She landed on her face disgraced
No place for fainting queens
In the hanging gardens
A place for me, a place for you