Life, in all its frailties
Life, and all its frailties
I forgot to kiss your lips
We have parted
But your taste still lingers like honey on my mouth
Close your eyes
And I will sing you a song
I know you no longer remember
But should the images drift into your sleep
We were dancing in the rain
We were singing as the roof tumbled beneath us
And you fled by the night
Built yourself a soaring tower
Gathered the stones into a mighty fortress
And the wine on the windowsill has gone stale
The half smoked cigarette lay untouched
But the strings have stopped resounding long ago
The world is but one vast canvas spread before your view
Behind the shades you walk unscathed
But the world no longer read the lines on your face
And it was still that summer night
The orchestra in the monsoon rain
How you laugh
The sweet song of the nightingale
Life, and all its frailties
Life, in all its frailties
The useless beauty