Waiting For The Hangman

I'm waiting for the hangman
And in the torment of these four walls I get bored
Grinded slowly by the vile sands
I see the hourglass tilt by its own accord

And I am longing for my pair
To take my hand and lead me gently up the stairs
To let me dance where there’s no floor

Would you scare away the shadow
That comes each day to watch me from the floor?
Glued to the bottom of the gallows
And by the sunset it gets to big to ignore

I can already hear the crowd
Starting to prance and pushing each other around
To watch me dance where there’s no floor

They’ll adore me
They’ll adore me
They’ll adore me now

And after everything turns black
I feel your hands, they put a rope around my neck
That leads my dance

Where there’s no floor

Swing
Swing
Swinging