Left Hand Solution - Memories Of The Tragedienne lyrics

rate me

[words & music: Barthold]</i>

In the tragic play

A marionette of the clock

Pages filled with a chronicle in blood

Scents and sights,come back to me

My life in memories, makes me want to go

Try and hold on to what's left of all

The golden scenes I forever want to know

The curtains are lifted

Reveal a spectacle of rare

'Til the final act I am your tragic one

Soaring in the wind

Sounds - so transcendent

So faint and softly

Carries me above

Scents and sights...