The Story of a Fool Man

Since you were gone
The story of a fool man
I told myself a lie
That colored all my nights
With blossoms of a red
Soon nightingales would fly to
To take a lonely nap
Of the worst of saddest dreams
To bleed with a false love
That I've kept for so long
In a childish silence
To save my pride.

How I was a fool
The story of a good girl
Was singing out my heart.
With each tenderness
In your old azure eyes
The devil was my soulmate,
In a dance so uninvited
I've never ever known
I've never ever tasted.
Then all went away
In a goodbye
So carelessly wasted.

Would we play the friends?
What a tiring old defence.
Would you save your manhood?
A glass of wine would do good.
Would you call it funny
For another taste of honey?
And the world has turned around
Around the time...
Then you lost my sweetheart.

Coz is there a one
To live in a story
Of a story of a story?
Told by a man,
In the wisp of a hand,
Who'd pass the roads of
White snow.
A man with a hand
That's always full of cards
With all spades and hearts
And yet to lose another game
With a joy in vain
He'd call out my name.

Would we play the friends?
What a tiring old defence.
Would you save your manhood?
A glass of wine would do good.
Would you call it funny
For another taste of honey?
And the world has turned around
Around the time...
Then you lost my sweetheart.

Coz is there a one
To live in a story
Of a story of a story?
Told by a man,
In the wisp of a hand,
Who'd ride the roads of
White snow.
A man with a hand
That's always full of cards
With all spades and hearts
And yet to lose another game
With a joy in vain
He'd call out my name.

A man with an oath
To be true to himself
Which never proved
To be so true.
So, I close my eyes now
To sing another song
For a man I
Used to
Love...