Fish - Script For A Jesters Tear Lyrics
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heartsOne more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and prideToo late to say I love you, too late to restage the playAbandoning the relics in my playground of yesterdayIm losing on the swings, Im losing on the roundaboutsToo much, too soon, too far to goToo late to play, the game is overYet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and prideIm losing on the swings, Im losing on the roundaboutsThe game is overToo late to say I love you, too late to restage the playThe game is overI act the role in classic styleOf a martyr carved with a twisted smileTo bleed the lyric for this songTo write the rites to right my wrongsAn epitaph to a broken dreamTo exorcise this silent screamA scream thats borne from sorrowI never did write that love songThe words just never seemed to flowNow sad in reflectionDid I gaze through perfectionAnd examine the shadows on the other side of morningAnd examine the shadows on the other side of mourningPromised wedding now a wakeThe fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and crySit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?As you grow up and leave the playgroundWhere you kissed your prince and found your frogRemember the jester that showed you tears,The script for tearsSo Ill hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gownIn the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the sirens songHas gone solo in the game, Ive gone solo in the gameBut the game is overCan you still say you love me
