No Strings Attached lyrics

Song information

Artist: Skyclad
Album: Vintage Whine

Lyrics

Now the final curtain's fallen
For no show goes on forever
If the world's a stage - mine's empty
Whilst upon it you'll tread never
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood
I rest assured they'd say these words - if say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made
And the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached)
Amidst the dying candle-light
I sit forlorn, alone
A space once filled with laughter bright
The place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;
Though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;"
"What am I without your tender touch -
The hands to hold and guide me
What purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched
But fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached

Chorus:

No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots
For romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues

Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage
He's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age)
And if for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say
To win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?

"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true
And the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that's snatched
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -
Living life no strings attached?"

Chorus:

No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard
A dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots
For romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues