You were hanging from my lips, and tonight, you will hear ad-libbed songs.
But when you hear them, my life 1, then we'll see what you'll be saying.
I have gone through fire and anvil,
I was made from steel,
And I've hung my soul from the ceiling with thread 2
You were enchanted by my words again,
From the sound and the lights of the stage.
My soul is always on duty, just like a hospital gate.
I have gone through fire and anvil,
I was made from steel,
And I've hung my soul from the ceiling with thread.
1. Term of endearment.2. This sounds like he's killed his soul by hanging...