Chipping at the face, the face that you see
The ladder you've drawn is as high as the kites on the wind
Oooh where have you been
Cos since I've been slipping, what wonders you've seen
Now that I'm gone
The ends are untidy and torn into strips
But the morning has brought a fine shine to your lips
With the slightest of hands, you're away with the damned
And the slightest of hands, you're damned
I've got one more question, that I would like answered
If you've got the time to put your pen to my paper
Lend me your ear, lend me your hand
Anything other than understanding this and all of that
If you're gonna say it then say it now
If you're gonna say it then say it now
Now
There's plenty of you and there's plenty of me
And there's plenty of things that we all want to be
The ladder you've drawn is a as high as the kite on the wind
I wrote you a letter, you sang me a song
And we're all getting better at playing along
With the slightest of hands we're away with the damned
And I don't understand this on my own.
We are thieves with our dagger but our goods are outweighed
There's a shadow in this town that has us to stay
With the slightest of hands, you're away with the damned.