The Legendary Pink Dots - Hanging Gardens lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Hanging Gardens lyrics]
Twisted East South North with the wind that
Rippled his hair ice stare constant
Laughing - but the joy
Had gone snuffed out by the dawn, the rope
Had torn his flesh and broke his neck
Set him dancing on the air
In the Hanging Gardens
Dancing with the dead so peaceful there
Branded as a thief, they stole his name, they
Stole his face gone without a trace
They killed his dignity
Squeezed him dry cries for mercy lost
On judges with no ears, no hearts
Smart in their black caps
In the Hanging Gardens
Love notes and carnations
Fading, slowly dying
Lying at his feet sweet aroma
Lingered on the air
She stood and stared was numb now cried
So much it had no meaning so much salt
And water flowing free in the Hanging Gardens
Blow gently, blow gentlyfeed the weeds
Dressed in virgin's white
She masked her eyes with cold surprise cursed
Her name, the pain was creeping
Swiftly twisted her inside
She retched and reached out for a
Hand landed on her face
Disgraced no place for fainting queens
In the Hanging Gardens
A place for me, a place for you
Bell is tolling
Rippled his hair ice stare constant
Laughing - but the joy
Had gone snuffed out by the dawn, the rope
Had torn his flesh and broke his neck
Set him dancing on the air
In the Hanging Gardens
Dancing with the dead so peaceful there
Branded as a thief, they stole his name, they
Stole his face gone without a trace
They killed his dignity
Squeezed him dry cries for mercy lost
On judges with no ears, no hearts
Smart in their black caps
In the Hanging Gardens
Love notes and carnations
Fading, slowly dying
Lying at his feet sweet aroma
Lingered on the air
She stood and stared was numb now cried
So much it had no meaning so much salt
And water flowing free in the Hanging Gardens
Blow gently, blow gentlyfeed the weeds
Dressed in virgin's white
She masked her eyes with cold surprise cursed
Her name, the pain was creeping
Swiftly twisted her inside
She retched and reached out for a
Hand landed on her face
Disgraced no place for fainting queens
In the Hanging Gardens
A place for me, a place for you
Bell is tolling