Lyrics

A Simple Case Of Time

face the North it’s time to go
the players gathered at the steps below
the tables turn and don’t pay out they play against you

the eyes go round like flashing spurs
in red and black their faces blur
the clatter jaw of rack and ruin
a simple case of time’s own cruel
trick or treat - a flowered fate
you’d never want to be your
favourite thing

each line of us is growing old
lay down beside me when my bones are cold
and let me see the light and bring it down and burn it up
and see the light and never see the world,
and never see the world again.

© 2019 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli