There's a hundred things hanging in your mind
And I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with stutters and the stops
Hang me up with bits of conversation broken off and left to sing for you
I am leaving when the air gets thin
And I have only just told you where I've been
But string me up with the static and the pops
Hang me up with the ribbons of story you had written that has turned on you
Nothing could be further from my hope than to oppress you
I have only come inside to discover and undress you
Now that I am here I am lying restless in your bed
There's a hundred things hanging in your mind
I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with the tatters and the rags
Hang me up among the flowers growing dry and thin so they can always sing to you, to you
Libby Rodenbough - String Me on the Line Lyrics
Libby Rodenbough - String Me on the Line Lyrics
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There's a hundred things hanging in your mind
And I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with stutters and the stops
Hang me up with bits of conversation broken off and left to sing for you
I am leaving when the air gets thin
And I have only just told you where I've been
But string me up with the static and the pops
Hang me up with the ribbons of story you had written that has turned on you
Nothing could be further from my hope than to oppress you
I have only come inside to discover and undress you
Now that I am here I am lying restless in your bed
There's a hundred things hanging in your mind
I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with the tatters and the rags
Hang me up among the flowers growing dry and thin so they can always sing to you, to you
And I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with stutters and the stops
Hang me up with bits of conversation broken off and left to sing for you
I am leaving when the air gets thin
And I have only just told you where I've been
But string me up with the static and the pops
Hang me up with the ribbons of story you had written that has turned on you
Nothing could be further from my hope than to oppress you
I have only come inside to discover and undress you
Now that I am here I am lying restless in your bed
There's a hundred things hanging in your mind
I am asking you to string me on the line
String me up with the tatters and the rags
Hang me up among the flowers growing dry and thin so they can always sing to you, to you
Writer: Libby Rodenbough
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