Script For A Jesters Tear

Marillion

Transposer:

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 sui-cide  Overdosed on sentiments 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  I’m losing on the swings  I’m losing on the roundabouts                        Too much too soon too far to go                 ( play then on the drums - then )  Too late to play the game is over                                          The game is over                                                                       So here I am once more     In the playground of the broken hearts    I’m losing on the swings     I’m losing on the roundabouts    The game is over over over...                           Yet another emotional suicide   Overdosed on sentiments and pride I’m losing on the swings    I’m losing 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 twisted smile      To bleed the lyric  for this song      To write the rights to right my wrongs    An epi-taph to a broken dream  To exer-cise this silent scream  A screa------eam    that’s born from   sorrow                     /   /    /    /   /    /  I never did write that love song      The words just never seemed to flow          Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection  And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning  And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning  Promised wedding now awake  promised wedding now awake awake awake awake      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 sirens’ song  Has gone solo in the game  I’ve gone so-lo      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?  Do you love me do you love me?  Do you love me do you love me?  Do you love me          the Jester’s tear?  Can you still say you love me?  Can you still say you love me?  Can you still say that you love me?  The Jester’s tear  The Jesters tear              Do you love me? Do you love me do you love me?            

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