Текст песни Duncan Sheik - Time and Good Fortune
Duncan Sheik - Time and Good Fortune слова песни
Drifter, what about her conversation?Drifter, how about an explanation --Where you go, when you recede;And why you never let her feedOn all that truth you hold so dearBut never let another near?No one around --My, don`t we love? --No one around.No -- to the quiet gazes.No -- to the muttered phrases.No -- to the utter waste ofTime and good fortune.Taster of the poetry,Of Pater, Proust, and Socrates...What are you to do but sleep?And when are you to stop and weepFor all you inabilityTo mate with your own memory?No one around --My, don`t we love? --No one around.No -- to the endless gazes.No -- to the splintered phrases.No -- to the utter waste ofTime and good fortune.Singer, will the singing say it?Singer, will such saying change it?A whole long life spent tuning strings,And will it now mean anythingBut empty chords that only bringAnd endless, voiceless sorrowing?No one around --My, don`t we love? --No one around.No -- to the frightened gazes.No -- to the stuttered phrases.No -- to the utter waste ofTime and good fortune.Time and good fortune...