"It's the veils you tear off one by one," said Lorraine "No, it's walls we put up," said that tired voice again The chisel gets blunt and the sword gets profane Nobody's blame But you bind up the stone chips in the gauze that you've slain
You get so discouraged trying to cut thru it all More veils beyond veils, always walls behind the walls "Get back in there!" yells the golden glove "When you gonna trust me," slams the friend "Learn how to bend!" "Don't you worry now," soothes the sweet lover with his medicine hands
Oh, I don't want to grow narrow and foolish in old age And miss all that beauty, the wisdom and the grace And you know you don't get that from high finance or fame If you get stuck in that frame Or the paint that you can put on your face and your nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
