paroles de chanson The Best of Times (A3 S2) - Paul Shapera

A book store, a fair, a music hall, park
Everywhere I went, I saw her
At a circus run down on the outskirts of town, we sat down and started talking

The hours stop
The days unwind
At a quarter to
The best of times

In hindsight, I wish
The sweet painful bliss of seduction had drawn out longer
'Cause we fell in fast, fell hard and the world spun past
Like a waltz that swept along us

The hours stop
The days unwind
At five to the best of times

From money she came, weekends in those days
Our soirees were the wildest in town
The inspired, the mad, the thinkers, the poets all laughed, raised a glass and whirled past

The hours stop
The days unwind
It's precisely now the best of times

But times they darken
The purges had started
On the day they came, Dorothy was taken
The doors all were locked
The parties all stopped
I learned to drink scotch in a dark room, forsaken

Years passed but then
I saw her again, sewing clothes in a room without fans
She didn't know me
She couldn't, you see
In her eyes, something missed
There's a trick with a pick, the doctor gives it a nick
It makes you docile real quick

The hours stop
The days unwind
Moments pass
Memories sigh
At half past the best of times