Singer - Jump Little Children

The singer steps foward

He is not a torch song singer

He is not the embodiment of a soul brother

The unassuming troubadour

Sings to himself, softly

Not a word escaps his lips

They don’t even try

His words would rather stay as long with him as possible

But his melody is for me and for you

I prefer to be alone when you’re not around

Sometimes when I speak I can’t stand the sound

Of my voice, this great big destructive machine

That takes too much time to say what it means

They tell me that my father is sick once again

With the plague that has decimated many old men

And I settle once more to a long sad dread

That reminds me that all loved ones will soon be dead

This is why I spent so much time making love to you

In your arms I was searching for things that were true

This is why I spent so much time making love to you

In your arms I was searching for things that were true

It’s a memory of mine that I’m watching for a moment

I’m distracted just a bit by something less important

But I’m here for the part of the day that I crave;

I have caffiene in my system that makes me feel brave

The chill in the air is exactly what I want

With the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut

It’s important to me to remember these things

It’s important to me to remember these things

I’m pretending we’re in Prague sipping sodas by the square

Where the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there

Every hour little puppets spin around the clock face

Each figure represents one of the human race

And somehow we were always on time for the show

We’d arrive to the chaos of the people right below those large chiming bells

that had a song to sing;

It’s important for me to remember these things

Absinthe and sex

Black garters, cheap wine a hotel in Prague

A Moment in time

We are hungry and scary

And so much in love

We laugh at each other

As we push and we shove

The singer keeps singing.

The singer keeps singing.

The singer keeps singing.

Keep singing, singer

That was the first time I really caught your eyes

In the small Italian shop with the coffee that you liked

And when our eyes met

I couldn’t look away and my mouth opened to speak

But there wasn’t much to say

I was frozen, transfixed by the way that you looked

But you grabbed me and pulled me into a small nook

Where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before

And I still wanted more

I still want more

I am frightened of what these words might bring;

But it’s important for me to remember these things

I am frightened of what these words might bring;

But it’s important for me to remember these things

You’re too far away for this to make sense

And I feel in my heart ever mile of distance

And I don’t him to stop 'cause

I know what that means

The Song will be over

And so will you and me

The Song will be over

And so will you and me

The song …