Zing Went The Strings Of My Heart

And if I sit here long enough Waiting to feel, waiting to feel If I could only forge some disparity Oh this wound may be real This wound may become real Even when hopelessness leaves me dry Tell me where would I be? Where would I be? When I'm built up to the top Oh tell me how come there's always room for misery? And I only came to watch him play His hands are my calling He said baby stay away He said I work better when I'm fallen He said I work better when I'm fallen Oh forget the boundaries that I love, all the lies Is it wrong to want his pity when he told me to be wise? I know nothing ever comes, and he will always go Said he will always go, just like the wind is always blowing And I watch him play His hands are my calling He said baby stay away He said I work better when I'm fallen He said I work better when I'm fallen If only calm could satisfy Good intentions with the excuse If he's not the one that could make me cry Then it's too hard, so what's the use? It just reminds me of the things That I want to remember When you harvest desperation You can't be told to surrender I came to watch him play Cause his hands are my calling But he said baby stay away He said I work better when I'm fallen He said I work better when I'm fallen But his hands are my calling Yeah his hands are my calling His hands are my calling So I watch him play