Mark Lanegan
Last Rung
Why all this gloom in my mind's eye?
Gone to my head like sweet wine
Midnight whispers so quietly
I turn to look but it might be
A song sung
From the last rung
When night air is thick with misty rain
And your tears spill like champagne
One that's gone that you hoped for
Looks like one that you prayed for
A prayer you hung
From the last rung
From Letras Mania