Is it the shadow in my voice? Oh, I can barely form a sigh Is it the music that I make? Is it the sadness in my eyes? You put me in position As it tells you in the book But I'm a separate chapter You cannot look it up
My mother had a crying boy Hung up over the fire I could not bear to see him I would not meet his eye I think that's why I'm like this The tears they never cease And yet you never see them I keep them all in me
I have broken into France I have stolen into Spain I've been thrown out of Italy And I'll be thrown out again The Dutch never liked me much And Germany the same I poisoned half the Western World But it never bought me fame
