Interpret:

Marillion

Album:

Script For A Jester's Tear

The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb 
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment 
To rectify the confines of my tomb 


I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause 
Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors 
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor 
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass 
Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain 
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind 
You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice 
Advice, advice, advice me 
This shroud will not suffice 


And thus begins the web 


Attempting to discard these clinging memories 
I only serve to wallow in our past 
I fabricate the weave with my excuses 
Its strands I hope and pray shall last 
Oh please do last 


The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall 
Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call 
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me 
Confused and rejected, despised and alone 
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow 
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me 
Your reasons were so obvious 
As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears 
But even jesters cry 


I realise I hold the key to freedom 
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads 
The time has come to make decisions 
The changes have to be made 
I realise I hold the key to freedom 
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads 
The time has come to make decisions 
The changes have to be made 


Now I leave you, the past does have it's say 
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart 
Decisions have been made, decisions have been made 
I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud 


Thus ends the web