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