The Musical Box

Play me old King Cole

That I may join with you

All your hearts now seem so far from me

It hardly seems to matter now

And the nurse will tell you lies

Of a kingdom beyond the skies

But I am lost within this half world

It hardly seems to matter now

Play me my song

Here it comes again

Play me my song

Here it comes again

Just a little bit

Just a little bit more time

Time left to live out my life

Play me my song

Here it comes again

Play me my song

Here it comes again

Old King Cole was a merry old soul

And a merry old soul was he

So he called for his pipe

And he called for his bowl

And he called for his fiddlers three

The clock, tick-tock

On the mantelpiece

And I want and I feel

And I know and I touch the wall

She's a lady, she's got time

Brush back your hair

And let me get to know your face

She's a lady, she is mine

Brush back your hair

And let me get to know your flesh

I've been waiting here for so long

And all this time that passed me by

It doesn't seem to matter now

You stand there with your fixed expression

Casting doubt on all I have to say

Why don't you touch me, touch me?

Why don't you touch me, touch me?

Touch me now

Now, now, now