Chipping at the face, the face that you see   The ladder you’ve drawn is as high as the kites on the wind   Oooh where have you been   Cos since I’ve been slipping, what wonders you’ve seen   Now that I’m gone      The ends are untidy and torn into strips   But the morning has brought a fine shine to your lips   With the slightest of hands, you’re away with the damned   And the slightest of hands, you’re damned      I’ve got one more question, that I would like answered   If you’ve got the time to put your pen to my paper   Lend me your ear, lend me your hand   Anything other than understanding this and all of that   If you’re gonna say it then say it now   If you’re gonna say it then say it now   Now      There’s plenty of you and there’s plenty of me   And there’s plenty of things that we all want to be   The ladder you’ve drawn is a as high as the kite on the wind   I wrote you a letter, you sang me a song   And we’re all getting better at playing along   With the slightest of hands we’re away with the damned   And I don’t understand this on my own.      We are thieves with our dagger but our goods are outweighed   There’s a shadow in this town that has us to stay   With the slightest of hands, you’re away with the damned.