Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Script for a Jesters Tear
So here i am once more
in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary self penned
Yet another emotional suicide
overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say i love you
too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics
of my playground of yesterday
......
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the Jester that showed you tears, a Script for tears.
So i´ll hold my peace forever as you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the silent song
has gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me?.....
Marillion (1983?
in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary self penned
Yet another emotional suicide
overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say i love you
too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics
of my playground of yesterday
......
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why
as you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the Jester that showed you tears, a Script for tears.
So i´ll hold my peace forever as you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the silent song
has gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me?.....
Marillion (1983?
