Last Rung
Duke Garwood, Mark Lanegan
[Verse 1]
Why all this gloom in my mind's eye?
Gone to my head like sweet wine
Midnight whispers so quietly
I turn to look, but it might be
A song sung
From the last rung
[Verse 2]
When night air is thick with misty rain
And your tears spill like champagne
One that's gone that you hoped for
Looks like one that you prayed for
A prayer you hung
From the last rung