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The Desperate Poet

アーティスト:Wuthering Heights  アルバム:Salt  作詞:CHRISTENSEN ERIK RAVN  作曲:CHRISTENSEN ERIK RAVN 

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If Shakespeare himself be raised from his grave There'd be no words for the emptiness I feel I released the beast inside me, but it had gone tame I rang the churchbells high on the hill, but no one came I try capturing images, but my camera is blind And the stars that I reach for Just the movieset of my mind Is this pain in vain That I feel Or is real art Made in this fashion With passion I don't know I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it My ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not fly I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods, and I would, if I could But this tune that I'm destroying Shows there's nothing more annoying Than a desperate, desperate poet, so it seems I sign my name in blood, but it's not binding I turn every stone, but I'm not finding anything My pen should be on fire, but it's not igniting Ready for war, I don't know what I'm fighting for Is this wordsmith Worth his salt Or is it all just Pages from a phrasebook Who took the words Out of my mouth I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it My ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not fly I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods, and I would, if I could But this tune that I'm destroying Shows there's nothing more


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