Testo di Harmonise

Silver cups and saucers whistle When they're filled with wine. I don't like their lonely lovesongs, Cry with every line Harmonise with forks and knives. Do they ever keep in time with me? No never Wait with baited breath upon The guests who wont arrive. Face so red, I eat their bread As they eat my time Harmonise in white and black. Dignity be given back to me? No never. Predictably the clock becomes The ever present theme. Blinking with the rhythmic tick I fall into a dream Everyone I love was there, Empty rooms and lonely chairs love me Forever