One, two, three

Well I woke up this morning - there's a girl in my bed.

How did she get there? Was it something I said?

I don't understand it but somehow it seems

She visits me in invisible dreams.

Over and over I try to explain

How did that girl get into my veins?

Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?

And how does she touch my invisible strings?

Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Now it's all over when the fat lady sings

I'll still be playing my invisible strings



Well maybe she don't have a world of her own

Maybe she's using me just like a phone

And sometimes she's cool and sometimes she stings

And I'm all tangled up in invisible strings

Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings

These are a few of my favorite things

When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings,

We'll still be playing those invisible strings



Well she never leaves - I'm never alone

I ain't in the book but she's still calling home

I tried to lose her - watch the tv

But that woman's always picking on me

Well, there's strings round my body, strings round my heart

I'd like to know where the string-pulling starts

I'd give anything to meet the angel who sends

Invisible ink to my invisible pen

Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings

These are a few of my favorite things

When you're wearing black and I'm wearing wings,

We'll still be playing our invisible strings

Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Now it's all over when the fat lady sings

We'll still be playing our invisible strings

Invisible Strings - Invisible Strings

Oh yeah