Thursday, 3 October 2013

When the Music Stops


There is no cradle
That could rock me
When the music stops
No hit song to
Top of the pops me
When the music stops

There is no thunder in
My heart to wake me
No discotheque where
You could take me
Bob the builder
Could not remake me
When the music stops

There is no chorus
To complete me
When the music stops
No doctor who can
Ever treat me
When the music stops

There is no rose so
Red to warm me
No snow white enough
To charm me
No News at Ten
That could alarm me
When the music stops

I’ll take my ears
And throw them away
Into the grave
Where you lay
Because my dear
That’ll be the day
When the music stops

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