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
Each figure represents one of the human race
And somehow we were always on time for the show
We'd arrive to the chaos of the people right below
Those large chiming bells would have a song to sing
It's important for me to remember these things
Absinthe and sex, black garters, cheap wine
A hotel in Prague, a moment in time
We are hungry and scary and so much in love
We laugh with each other as we push and we shove
Absinthe and sex, black garters, cheap wine
A hotel in Prague, a moment in time
We are hungry and scary and so much in love
We laugh with each other as we push and we shove
And the singer keeps singing
And the singer keeps singing
The singer keeps singing
Keep singing, singer
And that was the first time I really caught your eye
In the small Italian shop with the coffee that you liked
And when our eyes met I couldn't look away
My mouth opened to speak, there wasn't much to say
I was frozen, transfixed, by the way that you looked
When you grabbed me and pulled me into a small nook
Where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before
I still wanted more, I still want more
I'm frightened of what these words might bring
It's important for me to remember these things
I'm frightened of what these words might bring
But it's important for me to remember these things
You're too far away for this to make sense
My mind I can feel it a mile of distance
... cause I don't want it to stop
The song will be over and so will you and me
The song will be over and so will you and me
The song