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