Skyclad - No Strings Attached 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 a**ured 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 if 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" No mourners a**emble 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 dank and bloodied It's my final resting place Amongst these "cloak-and-dagger" props Your kiss turns princes into frogs And pa**ion-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 I 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 Like a purse of hope that's snatched Must I spend my whole time dreaming Living life no strings attached?" No mourners a**emble 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 dank and bloodied It's my final resting place Amongst these "cloak-and-dagger" props Your kiss turns princes into frogs And pa**ion-plays to monologues