The Musical Box
Play me Old King ColeThat I may join with youAll your hearts now seem so far from meIt hardly seems to matter now
And the nurse will tell you liesOf a kingdom beyond the skiesBut I am lost within this half-worldIt hardly seems to matter now
Play me my songHere it comes againPlay me my songHere it comes again
Just a little bitJust a little bit more timeTime left to live out my life
Play me my songHere it comes againPlay me my songHere it comes again
Old King Cole was a merry old soulAnd a merry old soul was heSo he called for his pipeAnd he called for his bowlAnd he called for his fiddlers three
The clock, tick tockOn the mantelpieceAnd I wantAnd I feelAnd I knowAnd I touchThe wall...
She's a lady, she's got timeBrush back your hairAnd let me get to know your face
She's a lady, she is mineBrush back your hairAnd let me get to know your flesh
I've been waiting here for so longAnd all the time that passed me byIt doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expressionCasting doubt on all I have to sayWhy don't you touch me, touch meWhy don't you touch me, touch meTouch me now, now, now, now, nowNow, now, now, now, nowNow, now, now, now, nowNow, now, now, now, now...