dealing the ordeal
its a strange flashlight into some years backward.
captures in a song.
--the unexpected invitation
so here i am one more
in the playground of the brokenhearts
once more experience one more entry
on the diary selfpenned
yet another emotional suicide
overdose on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you
too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics
in the playground of yesterday
im loosing on the swings
im loosing on the roundabouts
im loosing on the swings
im loosing on the roundabouts
too much too soon
too far to go
too late to play
the game is over
--hardly tried to be eager into reception
i act the role on the classic style
on a martyr carved in the twisted smile
to bleed the lyrics for this song
to write the rites
to right my wrong
the epitaph of a broken dream
to exorcise the silent scream
the scream that born from such sorrow
im never did write that love song
the words just never seems to flows
now sad in reflection
did i gaze thru perfection
examine the shadow on the other side of morning
examine the shadow on the other side of morning
promise wedding now a wake
promise wedding now a wake
--ordeal on the stage
the fool escape from paradise
would look over his shoulder and cry
sits and chews on daffodills
and struggle to answer why
as you grow up and the leave the playground
where you kiss your prince and found your frog
remember the jester's show your tears
the script for tears
--about gone to hell
so i hold our peaces forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame that mute the sirens songs
has gone solo in the game
has gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still says that you love me
script for a jester's tear, marillion
captures in a song.
--the unexpected invitation
so here i am one more
in the playground of the brokenhearts
once more experience one more entry
on the diary selfpenned
yet another emotional suicide
overdose on sentiment and pride
too late to say i love you
too late to restage the play
abandoning the relics
in the playground of yesterday
im loosing on the swings
im loosing on the roundabouts
im loosing on the swings
im loosing on the roundabouts
too much too soon
too far to go
too late to play
the game is over
--hardly tried to be eager into reception
i act the role on the classic style
on a martyr carved in the twisted smile
to bleed the lyrics for this song
to write the rites
to right my wrong
the epitaph of a broken dream
to exorcise the silent scream
the scream that born from such sorrow
im never did write that love song
the words just never seems to flows
now sad in reflection
did i gaze thru perfection
examine the shadow on the other side of morning
examine the shadow on the other side of morning
promise wedding now a wake
promise wedding now a wake
--ordeal on the stage
the fool escape from paradise
would look over his shoulder and cry
sits and chews on daffodills
and struggle to answer why
as you grow up and the leave the playground
where you kiss your prince and found your frog
remember the jester's show your tears
the script for tears
--about gone to hell
so i hold our peaces forever when you wear your bridal gown
in the silence of my shame that mute the sirens songs
has gone solo in the game
has gone solo in the game
but the game is over
can you still says that you love me
script for a jester's tear, marillion
