Sacred Thing
A curtain finally closes
Lights fade out in this town
They're cutting up yesterday's roses
Ain't no circus without a clown
The moon is tired and tattered
Stars just disappear
A kiss on the mirror that shattered
So, what's the sad show without a tear?
But don't you cry
Or let your world turn blue
Don't look in my eyes
Save those tears
I've shed enough for two
Don't reveal your disguise
Oh, that would never do
And that is why
There's rapture and there's mystery
The sacred things you whispered to me
And that is why summer never really ends
But my poor heart still pretends
Each night on this road
I wait in the dark, silent and cold
And pray that your heart
Was mine to hold
We're dancing by the river
There's fireworks in the sky
All of our sins are forgiven
With that sweet old lullaby
And that is why
There's rapture and there's mystery
The sacred things you whispered to me
That is why summer never really ends
But my poor heart still pretends
Each night on this road
I wait in the dark, silent and cold
And pray that your heart
Was mine to hold
Those sacred things
Lights fade out in this town
They're cutting up yesterday's roses
Ain't no circus without a clown
The moon is tired and tattered
Stars just disappear
A kiss on the mirror that shattered
So, what's the sad show without a tear?
But don't you cry
Or let your world turn blue
Don't look in my eyes
Save those tears
I've shed enough for two
Don't reveal your disguise
Oh, that would never do
And that is why
There's rapture and there's mystery
The sacred things you whispered to me
And that is why summer never really ends
But my poor heart still pretends
Each night on this road
I wait in the dark, silent and cold
And pray that your heart
Was mine to hold
We're dancing by the river
There's fireworks in the sky
All of our sins are forgiven
With that sweet old lullaby
And that is why
There's rapture and there's mystery
The sacred things you whispered to me
That is why summer never really ends
But my poor heart still pretends
Each night on this road
I wait in the dark, silent and cold
And pray that your heart
Was mine to hold
Those sacred things
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Anthony Smith, Joseph Vincent Camilleri
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