
Date of issue: 03.12.1999
Record label: Global
Song language: English
No Strings Attached |
Now the final curtain’s fallen for no show goes on forever |
If the world’s a stage, mine’s empty whilst upon it you’ll tread never |
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood |
I rest assured they’d say these words if say these words they could: |
«Whatever happened to the songs |
The music that we made |
And the joy we shared together |
As on me your fingers played? |
Are chose symphonies forgotten |
With our cases closed and latched? |
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten |
Empty shells, no strings attached» |
Amidst the dying candle-light I sit forlorn, alone |
A space once filled with laughter bright, the place my heart called home |
Now the puppets are my company but wood and straw can’t speak |
Though if by chance they came to life I’m certain they would weep: |
«What am I without your tender touch |
The hands to hold and guide me |
What purpose has a puppet |
With no puppeteer beside me? |
I do not care, I have no hair |
My painted face is scratched |
But fear my wooden heart will shatter |
With no stings attached» |
No mourners assemble |
In this white elephant’s graveyard |
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb |
An absence of forget-me-nots |
For Romeo I understudied |
This sepulchre dank and bloodied |
It’s my final resting place |
Amongst these «cloak-and-dagger» props |
Your kiss turns princes into frogs |
And passion-plays to monologues |
Now last and least the minstrel takes his bow upon the stage |
He’s played a fool and played the prince but never acts his age |
And if for once not lost for words I wonder what he’d say |
To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay? |
«Though I am not a wealthy man |
My heart is pure and true |
And the only riches that I have |
The love I feel for you |
Now my life is robbed of meaning |
Like a purse of hope that’s snatched |
Must I spend my whole time dreaming |
Living life no strings attached?» |
No mourners assemble |
In this white elephant’s graveyard |
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb |
An absence of forget-me-nots |
For Romeo I understudied |
This sepulchre dank and bloodied |
It’s my final resting place |
Amongst these «cloak-and-dagger» props |
Your kiss turns princes into frogs |
And passion-plays to monologues |
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