Michelangelo

Will there be time to find a face
To show the passers in the street?
A glance to catch the washed out eyes
Of those that I meet?

The roll of stones and thunder
Echoes around the keep
But it's muffled to the ones
The ones who choose to sleep

And before we turn to go
We'll pretend that we know about Michelangelo

We whisper some distant, broken rhyme
That clings to a fading melody
While the sails fill with a wind that won't propel
A sound splits through our harmony

And before we turn to go
And before we turn to go
We'll pretend that we know about Michelangelo

And before we turn to go
Through the threads of a winter glow
Will you ever let it show
You don't know a thing about Michelangelo



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Lockhart
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