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18.04.2021

My Lord

Come on here, sir
Here to my table
If the rain doesn’t stop
We’ll be here together
Give in, sir
I don’t want to snuggle
Nothing will happen to you
Though I did come from the street
I want to hide your prideful sorrow, sir,
in my heart
My heart is wild after all
Can you hear it beating?
 
When I met you
It was a foggy evening
I heard your voice
It was as prideful as you
No, I’m not surprised
You were, after all, like a king
In your gray raglan1
That one must have been costly, sir!
 
And a tailcoat under the raglan
And a young lady under your arm
My god, a lady so beautiful it felt insulting
 
Come on here, sir
Here to my table
If the rain doesn’t stop
We’ll be here together
Give in, sir
I don’t want to snuggle
Nothing will happen to you
Though I did come from the street
I want to hide your prideful sorrow, sir,
in my heart
My heart is wild after all
Can you hear it beating?
 
When the night train left
The lady left with it
And even I know well
What happen after
The lady robbed you
Of everything she could
I know all that well
The empty, deserted apartment
 
And what of life?
Yours is full of hope
So have a drink for courage
It’s better to live
 
Come on here, sir
Oh, how shy you are
Come to my white, peeling bed
No one ever sang to you
About this one man
Who couldn’t afford a new heart, having given his to a lady
A lady like that, my lord,
Should be kept at arm’s length
 
…Are you crying, sir?
Oh no, I didn’t want that, oh no
…I know, I know, I know, god, I know so well
All right. Come here and sit with me
Have a drink and you’ll feel better
Really, better, better, better…
Now sing with me…
 
  • 1. a coat with sleeves that continue in one piece up to the neck of a garment, without a shoulder seam.