You Hung Your Lights in the Trees / A Craftman’s Touch Songtext
von Wire

What crime is on your record?
When did you lose your wings?
Are your memories checkered?
Do you still dream of having all of those things?
Having all of those things
Having all of those things
Having all of those things
Having all of those things

I want no part of the betrayal
If you should succeed or if you fail
It′s you that worries me
It's you that worries me


Spring withers and summer suffers
My portrait casts its skin a mile off the yellow mile
On the walls in layers I leave traces
Do you still dream of all of those things?
Preserved and exhibited down the stairs
A medicine finish, a craftsman′s touch
A medicine finish, a craftsman's touch
A craftsman's touch

I want no part of the betrayal
If you should succeed or if you fail
It′s you that worries me
It′s you that worries me

Spring withers and summer suffers
My portrait casts its skin a mile off the yellow mile
On the walls in layers I leave traces
Preserved and exhibited down the stairs
A medicine finish, a craftsman's touch
A medicine finish, a craftsman′s touch
A craftsman's touch
That′s how many came to grief
That's how many came to grief

What time is it on your planet?
What time is it in your heart?
In your past deeds did you plan it?
How far are we apart?
How far are we apart?
A craftsman′s touch


For those who could not flee
Belief in a promised breeze
You hung your lights in the trees
That's how many came to grief
That's how many came to grief
How many came to grief
That′s how many came to grief
That′s how many came to grief

What time is it on your planet?
What time is it in your heart?
In your past deeds did you plan it?
How far are we apart?
How far are we apart?
How far are we apart?
How far are we apart?

You see, it's you that worries meYou hung your lights in the trees
That′s how many came to grieve
How many came to grieve
How many came to grieve
Do you still dream of all of those things?
Having all of those things
Spring withers
And summer smothers
My portrait cast in skin
My life did yet unroll
Three layers, untraceable
It's you who makes me think
How far
How far are we apart? (How far are we apart?)
Preserved and exhibited
Down the stairs
A medicine finish
A craftsman′s touch
How far are we apart? (How far are we apart?)
Spring withers
And summer smothers
My portrait cast in skin
My life did yet unroll
A medicine finish
A craftsman's touch
What crime is on your record?
When did you lose your worth?