One, two,
Well, I up this morning here's a girl in my bed How did she get Was it something I said? I don't it but somehow it seems She visits me in invisible
Over and I try to explain How did that girl get my veins? Did somebody send her? Was it my wings? And how she touch my invisible strings?
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my favorite Now it's all over the fat lady sings I'll be playing my invisible strings
Well, maybe she don't a world of her own Maybe using me just like a phone And she's cool and sometimes she stings And I'm all tangled up in invisible
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my things When you're black and I'm wearing wings still be playing those invisible strings
Well, she leaves, I'm never alone I in the book but she's still calling home I tried to lose her the TV But woman's always picking on me
Well, there's strings round my body, round my heart I'd like to know the string pulling starts I'd give to meet the angel who sends ink to my invisible pen Give me again
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my things When wearing black and I'm wearing wings We'll still be playing our invisible strings, oh
Invisible strings, invisible Well, these are a few of my things Now it's all over when the fat lady still be playing our invisible strings, oh oh oh yeah
Invisible strings, invisible Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh (We'll still be playing our strings)