His eyes stared from man to man
And then he spoke and he told me to die
His eyes stared from man to man
And then he spoke and he told me to die
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire,
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there′s the sound of a sweet angel choir
His eyes stared from man to man
And then he spoke and he told me to die
The lights are down but Sleep is not the issue
On this most suspicious of nights
Buildings are just a symbol
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire,
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there's the sound of a sweet angel choir
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire,
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there′s the sound of a sweet angel choir
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire,
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there's the sound of a sweet angel choir
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire,
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there's the sound of a sweet angel choir