the clouds will part and the sky cracks open
and god himself will reach his #ing arm through
just to push you down
just to hold you down
stuck in this hole with the # and the piss
and it's hard to believe it could come down to thisback at the beginning
sinking
spinning
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 re-stage the play.
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
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.
The game is over.
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart.
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over.
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over.
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play.
The game is over.
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with 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 the 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 our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown.
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song.
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game.
But the game is over.
Can you still say you love me...
Marillion, that wonderful group of musicians and songwriters that were clearly half a decade too late!
I still love them
edit on 24-6-2016 by Jonjonj because: forgetting stuff