Rebecca Schiffman
Warning to a Talented Violinist
I was playing cello in a fancy drawing roomThe lines of sound were long and thin, you'd have hated itBut you never had your way, except the way you playBeware of doors and knivesTheir actions won't be healed by timeThe saddest man I met Will not believe this gentle threatWhen you showed me all around Your boring German town The lights were diamonds in the rain That made us walk too fastWill you comfort me all night? My ride is almost hereBeware of doors and knivesTheir actions won't be healed by timeThe saddest man I met Will not believe this gentle threatYour hands move too fast for timeYour hands slipped too fast through mineOn my nation-series globe you're inches away Like when we walked down Berlin roads in the rainBeware of doors and knivesTheir actions won't be healed by timeThe sadddest man I met will not believe this gentle threat.
From Letras Mania