Marillion Script For A Jester's Tear
Track 1 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_ 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 restage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday. 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. Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, I'm lossing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play The game is over. I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with a 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 No sad in reflection Did I gaze through perfection and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning 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 my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's 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 Can you still say you love me Can you still say that you love me.
