Turning Plates
An Die Musik
Dusting time, frightened spiders run for your lives,Old is bad, Good is new and I am sad,So I write these songs about how nothing ever gets done,But that's life my friend, do we face it till the end?Don't you wonder my sweet, why I myself mistreat?What I get, singing from my walled-in Minaret,The stones won't hear, the sonnets I wrote for their ears,That's life my dear, Do we face it here?If I knew why in that instant the magic would die,All I've thrown away, in love, in pity, in hate,Is caught in the act, like a thief with guilt on his back,And this life I fear, I elude it hear
From Letras Mania