Hanging Tree

It was uncertain to me how I could assume you, how I could not agree
I know you would have stayed and burned alive
But I’ve never seen a happy man unsatisfied
So you cut me down from the hanging tree
And you dimmed the lights ever so sweetly
Back in your arms, I long I long to be
Back in your arms, the kindest man who almost played the cruelest joke on me
So we’ll move in circles, I’m spinning so strange
Now this will be the only time I can stop
I press my face up to the glass and see that
You have cut me down from the hanging tree
And you shut my eyes, ever so sweetly
Back in your arms, I long I long to be
Back in your arms, the kindest man who almost played the cruelest joke on me