They say the past is broken But only if you want to live like most They say this plave is haunted But only by a ghost Either way angel You can earn your wings By living on both coasts Seldom is the silence broken Except by the few and fortunate to boast Hanging by a thread Well out on the ropes Well you have enough to hang you But you know better than to stand still All your lovers can remain here But I guess you never will There's so much left to shoot for And you look good moving in for the k** You can wash the dirt off later With some time and a little bit of soap Hanging by a thread Well out on the ropes The fly here loves the spider As they dance around the bed The wilful wanton inside her Delivers desires to the heart and head When it's time to fly come morning The spider smiles and says nope He's grown to love the way your wings feel Hanging by a thread Well out on the ropes Well you half expected it to happen But not by someone whom who felt so close Either way angel You can keep your wings And the stuff you cherish most Hanging by a thread Well out on the ropes