Текст песни Unfinished Song - Natassa Bofiliou

Childhood
Haunted by a dream that never rhymes
A half sung song.
Mothers serving tea, daughters serving lies.
Then, came boys.

Lifetime
Safely kept in father' s trophy case
A half lived life.
Reading poems and plays, spending time in grace.
Then, came truth.

I was meant to be sung by someone
Other than myself
I touch the lips of passing strangers.
Now I'm sung on streets
Not a soul completes
This unfinished song.

Night-time
Guided by voices in my head
I found my way
Wondering round for years
Sheding silent tears.
Then, came he.