作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
I don't know
What happened to the boy,
Poor slave-toy
To the old sardine-can.
Either way, he's dead for all I care.
They are all dead... for all I care.
As an iron rule of thumb:
Voice and vision must be ONE.
Grateful to the hands you bring,
But quietly the angels sing.
Politeness was the hand that wrote
His name on parchment, graciously.
Only a servant by my side...
The only help he could provide.
'Cause as an iron rule of thumb:
Voice and vision MUST be one.
Grateful to the hands you bring,
But quietly the servants sing.
Politeness was the hand that wrote
His name on parchment, graciously.
Only a servant by my side...
The only help he could provide.
'Cause as an iron rule of thumb:
Voice and vision MUST be ONE.
Grateful to the hands you bring,
But quietly the peasants sing.