Lyrics

There's a clock struck in the hall Telling me I've got to go There's a clotheshorse by the fire And an angel made of wire Oh, you don't have to put them on Or tell the world your secrets I'm leaving yeah I'm gone So gone The ladders and the snakes and the knaves say You almost won Say you almost won Oh, yeah but I keep my soul There's an old ghost in the tower And they're calling happy hour All the knights have gone astray Learn to love the rags you wear