One, two,
Well, I up this morning here's a girl in my bed How did she get there? Was it I said? I understand it but somehow it seems She visits me in invisible
Over and I try to explain How did girl get into my veins? Did somebody her? Was it my velvet wings? And how she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings, invisible These are a few of my favorite Now it's all when the fat lady sings I'll be playing my invisible strings
Well, she don't have a world of her own she's using me just like a phone And sometimes she's and sometimes she stings And I'm all tangled up in invisible
Invisible strings, strings These are a few of my things When you're wearing and I'm wearing wings still be playing 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 always on me
Well, there's round my body, strings round my heart I'd like to where the string pulling starts I'd give anything to meet the angel who Invisible ink to my pen Give me again
strings, invisible strings These are a few of my favorite you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings We'll still be playing our strings, oh yeah
Invisible strings, strings Well, are a few of my favorite 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 our invisible strings)