Текст песни No Strings Attached - Skyclad

Now the final curtain′s fallen,
For no show goes on forever,
If the world's a stage - mine′s empty.
Whilst upon it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched′?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
A space once filled with laughter bright,
The place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can′t speak;
Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
"What am I without your tender touch -
The hands to hold and guide me,
What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant′s graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger′ props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?
"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that′s snatched.
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
Living life no strings attached?"
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger′ props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.