The Noose      Watching the moon, hanging from your doom   I’d like to know, where did you go?      You’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a truce   Made so long ago, that you’ll never know      You’re feelings are loose, untouched by the truth   Watching from your shelf, I don’t care for your health.      You’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a truce   Made so long ago, that you’ll never know      You’re feelings are loose, untouched by the truth   Watching from your shelf, I don’t care for your health   Watching the moon, hanging from your doom   I’d like to know, where did you go?      You’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a truce   Made so long ago, that you’ll never, you’ll never know.