Lyrics The Musical Box

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,
On the mantelpiece,
And I want,
And I feel,
And I know,
And I touch,
The wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me
get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me
get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time that passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now,
now, now, now, now, now, now, now,
now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now...