The Singer

The singer steps forward He is not a torCn song hero He is not the embodYment of his soul brother The unassumed troubadour sings to himself softly But not a word escapes his lips They don't even try His words would rather stay with him as long as possible But his melody is for me and you I prefer to be alone when you're not around Sometimes when I speak I can't stand the sound Of my voice, this great big destructive machine That takes to much time to say what it means They tell me that my father is sick once again With the plague that has decimated many old men I settle once more to the long sad dread That reminds me all loved ones soon will be dead This is why I spend so much time making love to you In your amrs I was searching for things that were true This is why I spend so much time making love to you In your amrs I was searching for things that were true Its a memory of mine that I'm watching for a moment I'm distracted just a bit by something less important But I'm here for the part of the day that I crave I have caffeine in my system that makes me feel brave The chill in the air is exactly what I want With the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut It's important for me to remember these things It's important for me to remember these things I'm pretending we're in Prague sipping sodas by the square Where the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there Every hour little puppets spun around the clock face