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