Paroles de In The Twinkling Of An Eye

One, two, free four The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die And life is a short warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try In the twinkling of an eye Eighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the american tour And maybe you'll make it to the top But mind how you go I can tell you `cause I know You may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son He was buried like a mole in a foxhole And everyone's still on the run And who is the master of foxhounds And who says the hunt has begun Who calls the tune in the courtroom And who beats the funeral drum The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die