Lyrics

There's a clock struck in the hall Telling me I've got to go There's a clotheshorse bythefire And an angelmade of wire Oh, you don't haveto put them on Or tell the world your secrets I'm leavingyeah I'mgone Sogone The ladders andthe snakes andthe 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