Alle volte vorresti averle scritte tu...SCRIPT FOR A JESTER TEARS (Marillion)So here I am once moreIn the playground of the broken heartsOne more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-pennedYet another emotional suicideOverdosed on sentiment and prideToo late to say I love youToo late to restage the playAbandoning the relics in my playground of yesterdayI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsToo much, too soon, too far to go, too late to playThe game is over, the game is overSo here I am once moreIn the playground of the broken heartsI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsThe game is overYet another emotional suicideOverdosed on sentiment and prideI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is overToo late to say I love youToo late to restage the playThe game is overI act the role in classic styleOf a martyr carved with twisted smileTo bleed the lyric for this songTo write the rites to right my wrongsAn epitaph to a broken dreamTo exercise this silent screamA scream that’s born from sorrowI never did write that love songThe words just never seemed to flowNow sad in reflection did I gaze through perfectionAnd examine the shadows on the other side of morningAnd examine the shadows on the other side of morningPromised wedding now a wakePromised wedding now a wake, awakeThe fool escaped from paradiseWill look over his shoulder and crySit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playgroundWhere you kissed your prince and found your frogRemember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tearsSo I’ll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gownIn the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens’ songHas gone solo in the gameI’ve gone solo in the game, but the game is overCan you still say you love meCan you still say you love meCan you still say that you love meDo you love meDo you love meDo you love meDo you love me, the jester’s tearCan you still say you love meCan you still say you love meCan you still say that you love me? The jester’s tear, the jester’s tearDo you love me?
SCRIPT FOR A JESTER TEARS
Alle volte vorresti averle scritte tu...SCRIPT FOR A JESTER TEARS (Marillion)So here I am once moreIn the playground of the broken heartsOne more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-pennedYet another emotional suicideOverdosed on sentiment and prideToo late to say I love youToo late to restage the playAbandoning the relics in my playground of yesterdayI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsToo much, too soon, too far to go, too late to playThe game is over, the game is overSo here I am once moreIn the playground of the broken heartsI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundaboutsThe game is overYet another emotional suicideOverdosed on sentiment and prideI’m losing on the swingsI’m losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is overToo late to say I love youToo late to restage the playThe game is overI act the role in classic styleOf a martyr carved with twisted smileTo bleed the lyric for this songTo write the rites to right my wrongsAn epitaph to a broken dreamTo exercise this silent screamA scream that’s born from sorrowI never did write that love songThe words just never seemed to flowNow sad in reflection did I gaze through perfectionAnd examine the shadows on the other side of morningAnd examine the shadows on the other side of morningPromised wedding now a wakePromised wedding now a wake, awakeThe fool escaped from paradiseWill look over his shoulder and crySit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playgroundWhere you kissed your prince and found your frogRemember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tearsSo I’ll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gownIn the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens’ songHas gone solo in the gameI’ve gone solo in the game, but the game is overCan you still say you love meCan you still say you love meCan you still say that you love meDo you love meDo you love meDo you love meDo you love me, the jester’s tearCan you still say you love meCan you still say you love meCan you still say that you love me? The jester’s tear, the jester’s tearDo you love me?