Silent Lips

A battered old top hat and a pair of ballet shoes
A white made-up face and enigmatic moves
A painted teardrop brushed upon your cheek
You say so much and yet you will not speak

Marcel Marceau
You are the world's most tragic hero
We've never heard
You ever utter a single word

You look so sad and so confused
When you're trapped inside a big glass room
You never think to yell and shout
For someone to come and help you out

Oh why won't you try
To talk - is there something that you're trying to hide
Do you stutter or have you got a lisp
What is the secret behind your silent lips

Your silent lips

Marcel Marceau
There's a reason why you never work on radio
You never answer the phone
You've been acting kind of quiet and it's starting to show

Is it tough being mute in a world of din
Like battling against an imaginary wind
Or struggling to move a weightless balloon
Is it really so hard for you to do

Oh why won't you try
To talk - is there something you're trying to hide
Is it a squeaky voice or really bad breath
What is the reason for your speechlessness

Marcel Marceau
Monsieur Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau
Monsieur Marcel Marceau

Imagine the joys of using your voice
You're missing out on a world of noise
Don't you ever want to burst into song
Or cheer your favourite football team along
Go to a karaoke bar
Or shout out swearwords from a moving car

Why are those lips always zipped up
What are you not telling us

You are a mystery
Oh silent tragic clown
Just like the invisible steps
You pretend to walk down
We have never heard your voice
Nor the sound of your accent
So how can we know for sure
That you are really French

Oh no
Marcel Marceau
You never say hello



Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Widdowson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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