paroles de chanson The Songsmith - Bruce Guthro

In a corner bye a window of a small upstairs appartment
There's a writer with his intrument in hand
He shuffles through some cords
Bases cross the dusty floor
Searches for a melody to dare

He reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration
Of a child that he sees playing on the lane
He begins the? straight
Reality began to fade
To find a place he feels where he belongs

And I don' t think Michael Angelo could have paint it any better
Pictures that he painted in my mind
There lies the beauty of the Songsmith
Take you any place and any time

Years and memories they fade
Stars were gone and stars were made
The world forgets so easily
Cause we are mortal men
That's why he struggels with his pen
Trying to leave something to remain
Still on and on and on we go
In the everchanging flow
Revolving ' till darkness fills the sky

Nowone really knows why it goes the way it goes
Only those who dare to ask him why

And I don' t think Michael Angelo could have paint it any better
Pictures that the the old man sing to me
There lies the beauty of the Songsmith
Takes you any place you want to be

There is a fire burning
In darkning alleys of his mind
There is a fire burning
He is trying to find a reason for the rhym

And I don' t think Michael Angelo could have paint it any better
Pictures that he painted in my mind
Here the beauty of the Songsmith
Take you any place and any time