The Rope

Take this line to pull you out

Out of fear, outing doubt

Slipping through your hands like soap

I'll hand to you the end of a rope

The rope

I can hear your heart's dis-ease

I can fulfill all you need

The things that I could give to you

By ways of old, make something new

The rope

We're all of us, cursed

In a vast universe

So without fear or doubt

Blow the candle out

We're living here in style

The soil here's so fertile

The things that I could show to you

Cast out the old, invite the new

And watch your regret decompose

I'll wash your hair, I'll clean your clothes

The rope

A gift from them that came before

A change of heart, an open door

Collecting all the deadly sins

In time it'll end, make space to begin

The rope

It's not something you've missed

Ah, but fate tends to twist

So without fear or doubt

Blow the candle out

We're living here in style

The soil here's so fertile