When I entered the swirling room All I heard was her voice All I saw was a living dream A first-class woman of the street. What's a bordel after all But a heavenly hell? Our eyes met and met again And for a full minute We stood frozen in each other's eyes Her voice wafting round the room Time stopped in the gloom Naturally I followed her, Certainly an omen? She had other men But my longing, touched her fragile heart On which I lay softly. As a token of our love, I gave her a scarlet locket A master I, second generation, he nobles of my family Would have none of her We decided to leave this world together. My lover dead besides me Still so beautiful, yet so still I found that I had stayed behind And this stime I chose not to follow. Strange that I should have done so For what did my long life have to show? I would marry her that my parents approved She gave me the requisite sons All inheritance I threw away For second class parts on a sorry stage And the achievement of old age. In studio I stood absentminded Watching dream machine turn. Ghostly spirits flew all round I admit I was cynical untouched by modern magic. Yet it was for this I chose to live And thee unbelieving I saw her coming, coming inexorably, closer and closer Till I realized ghosts were true Pale she was yet young as I knew her As faithful as I'd been faithlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
