The Noose

Watching the moon, hanging from your doom
I'd like to know, where did you go?

You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce
Made so long ago, that you'll never know

You're feelings are loose, untouched by the truth
Watching from your shelf, I don't care for your health.

You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce
Made so long ago, that you'll never know

You're feelings are loose, untouched by the truth
Watching from your shelf, I don't care for your health
Watching the moon, hanging from your doom
I'd like to know, where did you go?

You're head's in a noose, hanging from a truce
Made so long ago, that you'll never, you'll never know.