Script for a Jester's Tear Lyrics
| Song | Script for a Jester's Tear |
| Artist | Marillion |
| Album | Brief Encounter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dick, Kelly, Pointer, Rothery ... | |
| (derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly) | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday | |
| I'm losing on the swings | |
| I'm losing on the roundabouts | |
| I'm losing on the swings | |
| I'm losing on the roundabouts | |
| Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play | |
| The game is over, the game is over | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| I'm losing on the swings | |
| I'm losing on the roundabouts | |
| The game is over | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| I'm losing on the swings | |
| I'm losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| The game is over | |
| I act the role in classic style | |
| Of a martyr carved with twisted smile | |
| To bleed the lyric for this song | |
| To write the rites to right my wrongs | |
| An epitaph to a broken dream | |
| To exercise this silent scream | |
| A scream that's born from sorrow | |
| I never did write that lovesong | |
| The words just never seemed to flow | |
| Now sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| Promised wedding now a wake | |
| Promised wedding now a wake, awake | |
| The fool escaped from paradise | |
| Will look over his shoulder and cry | |
| Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer "why?" | |
| As you grow up and leave the playground | |
| Where you kissed your prince and found your frog | |
| Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears | |
| So i'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown | |
| In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song | |
| Has gone solo in the game | |
| I've gone solo in the game, but the game is over | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me, the jester's tear | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me? | |
| The jester's tear, the jester's tear | |
| Do you love me |
| zuo ci : Dick, Kelly, Pointer, Rothery ... | |
| derek disck steve rothery pete trewavas micheal pointer mark kelly | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| One more experience, one more entry in a diary, selfpenned | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play | |
| The game is over, the game is over | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| The game is over | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| The game is over | |
| I act the role in classic style | |
| Of a martyr carved with twisted smile | |
| To bleed the lyric for this song | |
| To write the rites to right my wrongs | |
| An epitaph to a broken dream | |
| To exercise this silent scream | |
| A scream that' s born from sorrow | |
| I never did write that lovesong | |
| The words just never seemed to flow | |
| Now sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| Promised wedding now a wake | |
| Promised wedding now a wake, awake | |
| The fool escaped from paradise | |
| Will look over his shoulder and cry | |
| Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer " why?" | |
| As you grow up and leave the playground | |
| Where you kissed your prince and found your frog | |
| Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears | |
| So i' ll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown | |
| In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song | |
| Has gone solo in the game | |
| I' ve gone solo in the game, but the game is over | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me, the jester' s tear | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me? | |
| The jester' s tear, the jester' s tear | |
| Do you love me |
| zuò cí : Dick, Kelly, Pointer, Rothery ... | |
| derek disck steve rothery pete trewavas micheal pointer mark kelly | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| One more experience, one more entry in a diary, selfpenned | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play | |
| The game is over, the game is over | |
| So here i am once more | |
| In the playground of the broken hearts | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts | |
| The game is over | |
| Yet another emotional suicide | |
| Overdosed on sentiment and pride | |
| I' m losing on the swings | |
| I' m losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over | |
| Too late to say i love you | |
| Too late to restage the play | |
| The game is over | |
| I act the role in classic style | |
| Of a martyr carved with twisted smile | |
| To bleed the lyric for this song | |
| To write the rites to right my wrongs | |
| An epitaph to a broken dream | |
| To exercise this silent scream | |
| A scream that' s born from sorrow | |
| I never did write that lovesong | |
| The words just never seemed to flow | |
| Now sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| And examine the shadows on the other side of morning | |
| Promised wedding now a wake | |
| Promised wedding now a wake, awake | |
| The fool escaped from paradise | |
| Will look over his shoulder and cry | |
| Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer " why?" | |
| As you grow up and leave the playground | |
| Where you kissed your prince and found your frog | |
| Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears | |
| So i' ll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown | |
| In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song | |
| Has gone solo in the game | |
| I' ve gone solo in the game, but the game is over | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me | |
| Do you love me, the jester' s tear | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say you love me | |
| Can you still say that you love me? | |
| The jester' s tear, the jester' s tear | |
| Do you love me |
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