Текст песни Marc Almond - Her Imagination
Marc Almond - Her Imagination слова песни
She slips in and out of her dull imaginationThat floats around the twilight of her tombClutching her little treasuresThat represent a happy momentDisplayed with sad affection in her roomBut this life is a prisonAnd it hurts to hear the children laughingWhile they live their pretty little dreamsAnd frozen all the whileIs a tearful bitter smileNothings really what it seemsNothings really what it seemsNothings really what it seemsLike a silver little foolYou were standing at the alterIn the tides by the candlesAs they burnPressed against the mirrorPlaying all your favourite film starsReady for the cameraThat would never, never turnPush aside the curtainOf your tiny garret windowAnd glare out on the narrow little worldYou were in your wedding dressGreat expectations more or lessPlaying with your dolls like any ordinaryLittle girlCandle lightCandle brightWont you light my way tonightCandle lightCandle brightWont you light my way tonightNow its the futile bitter feelingsThat clutch you in the middleYou were never really given a chanceAnd the spite that jabs your mindHides a heart thats really warm and kindAnd the pulse that races withEach other inquisitive glanceYou were always the outsiderAnd they set you up a childhoodTo be just another cuddly toyAnd the whisper in the streetWhen the street corner gossips meetThe woman on the fourth floorHe was such a happy boyThe woman on the fourth floorHe was such a happy boyThe woman on the fourth floorHe was such a happy boyThe woman on the fourth floorHe was such a happy boyCandle lightCandle brightWont you light my way tonightCandle lightCandle brightWont you light my way tonightCandle lightCandle brightWont you light my way tonight