The Hangman's Chair
Take these curtains
Take this wall
This lonely lonely tapestry
I give to you
Grab these shoes
Take this desk
This lonely lonely driveway
I give to you
I'll take my heart
Slap on a stamp
I'll drop it in a mailbox
Addressed to you
I'll find a phone
Put in a coin
Put the receiver to my soul
So I can talk to you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
I watch the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
Have this astray
Take this lamp
This lonely lonely tablecloth
I give to you
Take my heart
Take my soul
This lonely lonely lonely man
I give to you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Feel the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
I watch you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
Cause what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
To you?
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Watching the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Watching the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
For you
For you
Oh
Oh
For you
For you
Take this wall
This lonely lonely tapestry
I give to you
Grab these shoes
Take this desk
This lonely lonely driveway
I give to you
I'll take my heart
Slap on a stamp
I'll drop it in a mailbox
Addressed to you
I'll find a phone
Put in a coin
Put the receiver to my soul
So I can talk to you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
I watch the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
Have this astray
Take this lamp
This lonely lonely tablecloth
I give to you
Take my heart
Take my soul
This lonely lonely lonely man
I give to you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Feel the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
I watch you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
Cause what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
To you?
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Watching the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
Shooting arrows tipped with pain
Watching the rapture pumping through your veins
Let me bleed for you
This melting vision of despair
Of you pulling out my hangman's chair
I'll always swing for you
For you
For you
For you
Oh
Oh
For you
For you
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Holohan
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