A Sad Song

She gave a crystal bottle
A gift out of the blue
A sweetly scented bottle
And painted dreams come true

I’m not looking for someone to blame
I just want to staunch my wounds and pain

I held her bottle tenderly
I placed it up on high
I dared only gaze at it
And dream and sniff and sigh

Such a fragile gift she gave
I knew it’d soon fracture
Who’d then be able to save
When hope and dreams shatter

What else would matter then
Oh what else would matter

I’m not looking for someone to blame
I just want to staunch my wounds and pain

Then one day I couldn’t help myself
I took the bottle down
Oh, Goddess alone would know
Why I took it down

With trembling hands I held the bottle
And then I opened it
Oh, what a mistake I had made
That I had opened it

Look at what has happened now
Oh look at what has happened
What else could matter now
Oh what else would matter

Without a single clink or tinkle
The bottle broke and shattered
In a single blink and twinkle
Nothing else had mattered

Pieces sharper than scalpels
Some as fine as fairy dust
I sliced my fingers on the slivers
She blew into my eyes the dust

Oh but was it not an accident
Everything that had happened
Yes, it was just an accident
But why must it have happened

She gave a crystal bottle
A gift out of the blue
A sweetly scented bottle
And painted dreams come true

Now all I’ve left is broken pieces
Of gaudy dreams untrue
And the sweetly scented hope
Has from the broken bottle seeped through

Oh look at what has happened now
What else will matter
Oh look at what has happened now
My hope and dreams’ve been shattered

Blinded and bleeding
Now am I in pain
Blinded and bleeding
I’ve only myself to blame

Blinded and bleeding
I am poor and pleading
Not looking for someone to blame
I just want to staunch my wounds
And ease the pain

For what else will matter
When hope and dreams shatter



18th - 19th December 2006