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