Hanging Gardens Lyrics

Twisted East South North with the wind that rippled his
hair. Ice stare constant, laughing - but the joy had
gone. Snuffed out by the dawn, the rope had torn his
flesh and broke his neck and left him dancing on the air
in the Hanging Gardens.
Dancing with the dead -- so peaceful there.

Branded as a thief. They stole his name, they stole his
face. Gone without a trace... they killed his dignity and
squeezed him dry. Cryies for mercy lost on judges with no
ears, no hearts, looking smart in their black caps in the
Hanging Gardens.

Love notes and carnations, fading, slowly dying... lying at his feet. Her sweet aroma lingered on the air. She
stood and stared. She was numb now. She'd cried so much
it had no meaning. So much salt and water flowing freely
through the hanging gardens.

Blow gently, blow gently...

Dressed in virgin's white, she masked her eyes with cold
surprise. He cursed her name, the pain was creeping
swiftly... twisted her inside. She retched and reached
out for a hand. She landed on her face. Disgraced. No
place for fainting queens in the hanging gardens...

A place for me, a place for you....

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