Patti Masterman - They'll Leave Us Crying

The world is dimensional and nothing sees through it;
The walls too opaque, and then time runs away,
Off over the edges and pools there at midnight,
The hour always late or else way much too late.

We sang the refrains and we pondered our fate,
Under the apple tree, under the steeple;
We did everything that they told us we'd do-
And we find now we're just ordinary people.

Nothing special, we're just like the rest,
Dress us in leather or mohair or satin;
We'll sing and we'll dance to the numbers you say,
Looking for all the world as if filled with passion.

But in our dark rooms, we sag down in the gloom,
Time is our enemy, dreams busy dying-
Once on a platter, the world to us given;
Now the hour's midnight, soon they'll leave us crying.

Patti Masterman

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