sabato 24 novembre 2012

Peter Wolf Crier

Peter Wolf Crier - Playwright:



Lyrics:

I got your voice but I never heard you call
When I'm right, when I'm wrong
When I took to fratricide

A good playwright could not make you and all the words you dealt
As it's you, as it's me who wants to love again
Till the throws all bend

I got your name but I never took your form
When my lines they run wild with a hand too numb to grip

A good playwright could not make you and all the words you dealt
As it's you, as it's me who wants to love again
Till the throws all bend

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