Last Rung
MARK LANEGAN · Black Pudding 2013 · Track 05 of 10
Written by Duke Garwood, Mark Lanegan
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
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