Peter Wolf Crier - Playwright Тексты

I got your voice but
I never heard you call
When I'm right,
When I'm wrong
When I took to fratricide

A good playwright could
Not make you and all
The words you dealt
As it's you, as it's me who
Wants to love again
Till the throws all bend

I got your name but I never
Took your form
When my lines they run wild
With a hand too numb to grip

A good playwright could not make
You and all the words you dealt
As it's you, as it's me who
Wants to love again
Till the throws all bend