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 $$#ured 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 $$#emble 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 $$#emble 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.