...with lots of love for you, Jeff Thomas and the lyrics.

Monday, October 26, 2009

the tower of song

well my friends are gone 
and my hair is grey
I ache in the places 
where I used to play
and I'm crazy for love 
but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
 in the tower of song


I said to Hank Williams; 
how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
but I hear him coughing all night long
a hundred floors above me
in the tower of song


I was born like this 
I had no choice
I was born with the gift 
of a golden voice
and twenty-seven angels 
from the great beyond
they tied me to this table right here
in the tower of song


so you can stick your little pins 
in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby 
doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window 
where the light is strong
ah they don't let a woman kill you
not in the tower of song


now you can say that Ive grown bitter 
but of this you may be sure
the rich have got their channels 
in the bedrooms of the poor
and there's a mighty judgment coming 
but I may be wrong
you see, you hear these funny voices
in the tower of song


I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby 
way back when
and all the bridges that are burning 
that we might have crossed
 I feel so close to everything we've lost
we'll never have to lose it again


now I bid you farewell 
I don't know when I'll be back
they're moving us tomorrow 
to that tower down the track
but you'll be hearing from me baby
long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
from a window in the tower of song

yeah my friends are gone 
and my hair is grey
I ache in the places 
where I used to play
and I'm crazy for love 
but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
oh, in the tower of song

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