they say the past is brokenbut only if you want to live like mostthey say this place is hauntedbut only by a ghost either way angelyou can earn your wingsby living on both coastsseldom is the silence brokenexcept by the few and fortunate to boast hanging by a threadwell out on the ropes well you have enough to hang youbut you know better than to stand stillall your lovers can remain herebut I guess you never willthere's so much left to shoot forand you look good moving in for the killyou can wash the dirt off laterwith some time and a little bit of soap hanging by a threadwell out on the ropes the fly here loves the spideras they dance around the bedthe wilful wanton inside herdelivers desires to the heart and headwhen it's time to fly come morningthe spider smiles and says nopehe's grown to love the way your wings feel hanging by a threadwell out on the ropes well you half expected it to happenbut not by someone whom who felt so closeeither way angelyou can keep your wingsand the stuff you cherish most hanging by a threadwell out on the ropes