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