The singer steps forward
He is not a torch song hero.
He is not the embodiment of his soul brother.
The unassuming troubadour
Sings to himself, softly
But not a word escapes his lips.
They don't even try.
His words would rather stay with him as long as possible.
But his melody is for me and you.


I prefer to be alone when you're not around.
Sometimes when I speak I can't stand the sound
Of my voice, this great big destructive machine
That takes to much time to say what it means
They tell me that my father is sick once again with the plague that has decimated many old men.
I settle once more to the long sad dread that reminds me all loved ones soon will be dead.
This is why I spend so much time making love to you in your arms I was searching for things that were true.
This is why I spend so much time making love to you in your arms I was searching for things that were true.


Its a memory of mine that I'm watching for a moment.
I'm distracted just a bit by something less important.
But I'm here for the part of the day that I crave;
I have caffeine in my system that makes me feel brave.
The chill in the air is exactly what I want, with the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut.
It's important for me to remember these things;
It's important for me to remember these things.

I'm pretending we're in Prague sipping sodas by the square.
Where the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there.
Every hour little puppets spun around the clock face, each figure represents one of the human race and somehow we were always on time for the show, we'd arrive to the chaos of the people right below those large chiming bells would have a song to sing;
It's important for me to remember these things.

Absinthe and sex
Black garters, cheap wine a hotel in Prague a moment in time.
We are hungry and scary
And so much in love
We laugh with each other
As we push and we shove

The singer keeps singing.
The singer keeps singing.
The singer keeps singing.
Keep singing, singer.

That was the first time I really caught your eye,
In the small Italian shop with the coffee that you liked and when our eyes met I couldn't look away and my mouth opened to speak, but there wasn't much to say.
I was frozen, transfixed by the way that you looked but you grabbed me and pulled me into a small nook where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before and I still wanted more.
I still want more.
I'm frightened of what these words might bring;
But it's important for me to remember these things.
I'm frightened of what these words might bring;
It's important for me to remember these things.

You're too far away for this to make sense and I feel in my heart every mile of distance and I don't want it to stop 'cause I know what that means thee song will be over and so will you and me the song will be over and so will you and me the song...