Duke Garwood & Mark Lanegan - Last Rung lyrics

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