Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling I swear I had no idea she'd been holding in conceiling Such a storm of words unsaid Though absurd as it appears Had been blowing in her head For twenty-seven years I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket Threw a scarf around my neck And twenty Dollars in my pocket Found her in the same old place Pamflet in her fist When she saw my windblown face Well look at who it is
Meet me on the mad parade When the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile up all the wonders that we've made In a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn the damn thing down
In the great November lake she was older still alluring Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during The days we loved an slept In her bed of faded wood In the little place she kept In a crumbling neighbourhood We walked along a while Like we were old companions But I could feel the gap between us Yawning like a canian She with her church and code Her extravagant believes Me a creature of the road A child of dust and grief
Meet me on the mad parade When the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile up all the wonders that we've made In a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn the damn thing down
She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling Said if you're problem is long standing man Why don't you try kneeling Now your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist Setting up your little will Is king in place of His I said I've heard about sin Down the long wheels of ages I cracked books of lies With a thousand twisted pages Then I looked her in the eye And asked her clear and plane If your religion was a lie Then what would remain
Se said if God looked beaten hard To loving hands to heal it There's nothing in my day that I ain't got strength to deal me I said darling I confess The same things applies to me As for all the rest We agreed to disagree
Meet me on the mad parade When the midnight bells are chiming We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown Pile up all the wonders that we've made In a tower too tall for climbing And we'll burn the damn thing down Yes we'll burn the damn thing downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
