I dreamed I saw the hangman cry
I dreamed I saw the hang
man cry
One fine day, they bring you to bed
It's the thrill for your life,
you can't play
My old friend, trouble again
It's trouble again,
your old friend
Long past midnight,
we were talking paranoid
You're looking past me,
looking past me,
longing to be gone
Life could be better, the sky is blue,
grass is greener and the truth is true
Cots are thinner, your eyes are dry,
you can make it through
the mirror if you try
I dreamed I saw the hangman come
I dreamed I saw the hanged man die
I dreamed I saw the hanged man die
I dreamed I saw the hanged man die
It's all too much,
the shouts and the sighs
The lovers, lies, the soft touch
March to March,
the dope and the death
The cold, sweat, the soft touch
Long past midnight,
we were talking on and on
You're looking past me,
looking past me
And longing to be gone
Life would be better
The sky is blue
The grass is greener and the truth is true
Cops have been up
All eyes are dry
You can make it through the mirror
But the mirror won't dry
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
And I dream I saw the hangman cry
The hangman cry
Dream your soul, the hangman's cry
The hangman's cry
Dream your soul,
the hangman's cry
Dream your soul, the hangman's cry
Dream your soul,
the hangman's cry
Cry