When your Dead Rope Machine grows cold I'll make you another one out of gold oh, and when we die - a beast like everyone we'll find you and remind you you shined once C'est la vie, la vie what may be has already been - it's all the same and you dance your magic dance and you try so hard you try to retie all those bitter ends and push them back inside here's my halo... I don't think I'll need that There's a Stranger at the door He cuts with frayed incisions on the rope we hold oh and when we die - a beast in all of us will find you and remind you you shined once C'est la vie, la vie what may be has already been - it's all the same and you dance your frantic dance and you try so hard you try to retie all those wicked skins and push them back inside here's my halo I don't think I'll need that And I... wherever I will go wherever I go I wear that coiled fear and in a way the riddle ends when we can but only, and always doubt so let it all out, let it all out you and I will cut our nooses loose you and I will draw a course if you and I can find a few more minutes to find a way to find a road you and I will never be alone