Script For A Jesters Tear

Fish - 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 in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts

Too much, too soon, too far to go

Too late to play, the game is over

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts

The game is over

Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play

The game is over

I act the role in classic style

Of a martyr carved with a twisted smile

To bleed the lyric for this song

To write the rites to right my wrongs

An epitaph to a broken dream

To exorcise this silent scream

A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song

The words just never seemed to flow

Now sad in reflection

Did I gaze through perfection

And examine the shadows on the other side of morning

And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning

Promised wedding now a wake

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,

The script for tears

So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown

In the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the siren's song

Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game

But the game is over