The Rope ('Til My Fingers Bleed) Video (MV)

The sage, the sailor and me
A cunning rope I weave
Strand over strand, again and again
'Til my fingers bleed

With words that spun inside his head
The sage would weave a silver web
The wisdom drops of dew on every thread
I drank it in, I sucked him dry
I left him young and wondering why
The stories of his heart were filled with dread

And oh the rope I weave

The sailor he was the one
To set his sights upon the sun
Let fly the sails make for the horizon
He taught me how to feel the wind
To follow stars, to follow him
But left me for the burn of salt on skin

And oh the rope I weave

The sage, the sailor and me
A cunning rope I weave
Strand over strand, again and again
'Til my fingers bleed