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I can hear the turning of the key |
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I've been deceived by the clown inside of me |
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I thought that he was righteous but he's vain |
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Oh, something's a telling me I wear the ball and chain |
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My patron saint is a fighting with a ghost |
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He's always off somewhere when I need him most |
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That the Spanish moon is rising on the hill |
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But my heart is a tellin' me I love you still |
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I come back to the town from the flaming moon |
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And I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon |
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And I love to see you dress before the mirror |
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Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear? |
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Everybody's wearing a disguise |
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To hide what they've got left behind their eyes |
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But me, I can't cover what I am |
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Wherever the children go I'll follow them |
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I march in the parade of liberty |
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But as long as I love you I'm not free |
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How long must I suffer such abuse |
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Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? |
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I've given up the game, I've got to leave |
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The pot of gold is only make believe |
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The treasure can't be found by men who search |
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Whose Gods are dead and whose queens are in the church |
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We sat in an empty theater and we kissed |
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I asked you please to cross me off a your list |
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My head tells me it's time to make a change |
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But my heart is telling me I love you but you're strange |
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Then one more time at midnight, near the wall |
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Take off your heavy make up and your shawl |
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Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? |
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Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it |
