Tourniquet (Cynthia Ann) - Chrissie Hynde

Spin me a yarn and draw me inside

If you make me believe, I will come to you

Tell me a lie and string me along

Put your hands on my eyes and hold tight when you

Pin me down, oh so tight

By my phantom wrists

Tourniquet, stop the bleeding

The arms that held him, now they’re gone

Promise me hope and help me to cope

In this town of nine gates in its final throes

Bring me supplies of blankets and hides

Put me into old newspaper clothes

Turn me out to the field and untie me

Tourniquet, stop the bleeding

The arms that held him, now they’re gone

Now they’re gone