No Strings Attached
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โฑ๏ธ 4:58 duration
๐ ID: 22022850
๐ Lyrics
Now the final curtain's fallen,
For no show goes on forever,
If the world's a stage - mine's empty.
Whilst upon it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
A space once filled with laughter bright,
The place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
"What am I without your tender touch -
The hands to hold and guide me,
What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?
"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
Living life no strings attached?"
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
For no show goes on forever,
If the world's a stage - mine's empty.
Whilst upon it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
A space once filled with laughter bright,
The place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
"What am I without your tender touch -
The hands to hold and guide me,
What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?
"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
Living life no strings attached?"
[CHORUS:]
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.21] Now the final curtain's fallen,
[00:24.69] For no show goes on forever,
[00:27.66] If the world's a stage - mine's empty.
[00:30.51] Whilst upon it you'll tread never.
[00:33.62] As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
[00:38.98] I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
[00:45.09] Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
[00:50.59] And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
[00:56.53] Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
[01:01.73] Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
[01:19.24] Amidst the dying candle-light,
[01:22.23] I sit forlorn, alone,
[01:24.98] A space once filled with laughter bright,
[01:28.26] The place my heart called home
[01:31.17] Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
[01:36.50] Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
[01:41.91] "What am I without your tender touch -
[01:45.40] The hands to hold and guide me,
[01:48.20] What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
[01:53.52] I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
[01:58.98] But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
[02:13.45] [CHORUS:]
[02:16.37] No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
[02:21.59] A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
[02:27.40] For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
[02:33.44] It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
[02:38.58] Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
[03:18.51] Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
[03:26.26] He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
[03:32.13] And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
[03:37.69] To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?
[03:43.48] "Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
[03:48.93] And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
[03:54.54] Now my life is robbed of meaning
[03:57.51] Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
[04:00.32] Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
[04:03.40] Living life no strings attached?"
[04:13.72] [CHORUS:]
[04:18.10] No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
[04:22.93] A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
[04:28.67] For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
[04:34.73] It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
[04:40.04] Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
[04:47.38]
[00:24.69] For no show goes on forever,
[00:27.66] If the world's a stage - mine's empty.
[00:30.51] Whilst upon it you'll tread never.
[00:33.62] As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,
[00:38.98] I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
[00:45.09] Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,
[00:50.59] And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
[00:56.53] Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
[01:01.73] Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
[01:19.24] Amidst the dying candle-light,
[01:22.23] I sit forlorn, alone,
[01:24.98] A space once filled with laughter bright,
[01:28.26] The place my heart called home
[01:31.17] Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
[01:36.50] Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
[01:41.91] "What am I without your tender touch -
[01:45.40] The hands to hold and guide me,
[01:48.20] What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
[01:53.52] I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.
[01:58.98] But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
[02:13.45] [CHORUS:]
[02:16.37] No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
[02:21.59] A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
[02:27.40] For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
[02:33.44] It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
[02:38.58] Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
[03:18.51] Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
[03:26.26] He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age).
[03:32.13] And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say,
[03:37.69] To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?
[03:43.48] "Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,
[03:48.93] And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
[03:54.54] Now my life is robbed of meaning
[03:57.51] Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
[04:00.32] Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
[04:03.40] Living life no strings attached?"
[04:13.72] [CHORUS:]
[04:18.10] No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,
[04:22.93] A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
[04:28.67] For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
[04:34.73] It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
[04:40.04] Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
[04:47.38]