Theatre Of The Soul

(альбом: Native Tongue - 1993)

On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans
Came the final blow
And somehow somewhere we lost sight in our
Search for that pot of gold

And all that happened I don't understand
Could somebody here
Somebody here please explain to me
Because I'm dealing so damn deceived

And I can't run, can't hide can't get nothing right lately
Theatre of my soul
Play on child

Ashes to ashes
Light the good lord lays us down
Dust to dust, oh no

The time has come to lay to rest the years
All the years it took this heart to trust

Maybe to much, too soon
I couldn't get my head on straight
All that worry just wasted time
And now it's much too late to save it

Long forgotten midnight dancer
Plays her final role
The curtain falls and I'm still standing
And the theatre of my should you left in vain
Could someone please explain
And I said

I know that nothing's the same
Riding blind on the winds of change
But in my head that scene keeps on playing

Long forgotten midnight dancer
Plays her final role
Oh yes she does

Can't run, can't hide, can't get nothing right lately
The curtain falls and I'm still standing
Can't run, can't hide, can't get nothing right lately

When, time it just keeps on passing
I got to let it go
Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll
Can't run, can't hide, can't get nothing right lately

I keep searching for those long lost answers
In the theatre of my soul
Theatre of my soul