Last Rung

Текст песни Mark Lanegan & Duke Garwood - Last Rung

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