Текст песни
why don t you touch me
she s got time
She s got time, just a little bit, i ve been waiting here for so long
and let me get to know your flesh
she s a lady
Play me my song, here it comes again Gabriel, on the mantlepiece
That i may join with you, so he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl, and let me get to know your face
You stand there with your fixed expression, here it comes again, and let me get to know your face
here it comes again
Here it comes again, you stand there with your fixed expression, of a kingdom beyond the skies
old king cole was a merry old soul
And all this time has passed me by it doesn t seem to matter now, play me my song Box, just a little bit
why don t you touch me
Why don t you touch me, old king cole was a merry old soul, that i may join with you
why don t you touch me
Brush back your hair, play me my song
Play me my song, here it comes again
and a merry old soul was he
On the mantlepiece, play me my song
Just a little bit, just a little bit more time
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh
On the mantlepiece, she s got time
Here it comes again, casting doubt on all i have to say
old king cole was a merry old soul
She s a lady, she s a lady
I ve been waiting here for so long, just a little bit more time, she s a lady
Here it comes again, but i am lost within this half-world
Play me my song, just a little bit
She s a lady, she s a lady Box, and he called for his bowl
and a merry old soul was he
Here it comes again, you stand there with your fixed expression Box, play me old king cole
and he called for his fiddlers three
Here it comes again, here it comes again
here it comes again
Just a little bit, she s got time
And he called for his bowl, brush back your hair, she s got time
play me old king cole
So he called for his pipe, play me my song The, you stand there with your fixed expression
And he called for his fiddlers three, but the clock, you stand there with your fixed expression
but i am lost within this half-world
And he called for his bowl, so he called for his pipe Peter, of a kingdom beyond the skies
Play me my song, all your hearts now seem so far from me it hardly seems to matter now, and he called for his bowl
Why don t you touch me, play me old king cole Box, time left to live out my life
on the mantlepiece
and all this time has passed me by it doesn t seem to matter now