Time? What is that? I've no
time to care.
I've lived for a long while
nearly everywhere.
You will be taken, everyone,
you ladies and you gentlemen.
Fall and listen with your
ears upon the paving stone.
Is that what you hear? The
coming of the sea?
Sea flows under your doors
in London town.
And all your defences are
all broken down.
You laugh at me on funny days,
but mine's the slight of hand.
Don't you know I am a joker,
a deceiver?
And I'm waiting for the land.
(Copyright © 1970 Warlock
Music)
Marco Giunco |
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