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

But 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 she's got time)
And let me get to know your face (for she's a lady)

She's a lady, she is mine
Oh, brush back your hair (and she is mine)
And let me get to know your flesh (she is a lady)

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time had 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, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now