"In the footsteps of a clown, something keeps me coming back to this town. In the shadow of a dream a hundred years. Oh what does it mean, to be the poor player fretting my way? Old soothsayer what would you say to me? In the footsteps of a clown, you were so high, did you ever come down? All the lights, the camera’s glare, did it blind you? Were you ever scared to be the poor player fretting your way? Old soothsayer what would you say to the poor player fretting my way? Old soothsayer what would you say to me?"
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 04:01:43 +0000