Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian

Monologue of a Coward

You stand and I will run behind,

It's safer in your shade.

I steal your toys when you turn round,

Then stab you with a blade.

These smiling lips of mine,

And the teeth that they outline,

Keeps my mask from falling down,

I'm working on my eyes,

And I see by your surprise,

They betray my thoughts inside.

You stand and I will run behind,

It's safer in your shade.

I steal your toys when you turn round,

Then stab you with a blade.

If you could read my mind,

And tell of what you find,

You would never trust my words,

The truth will never come,

And lies are offered by the tonne,

Believe me and beware.

You stand and I will run behind,

It's safer in your shade.

I steal your toys when you turn round,

Then stab you with a blade.

Your good deeds are all in vain,

I'll convince you 'hope will remain',

Then leave without a word,

Deceptive as the ice and frost,

I will foot the boatman's cost,

With coins form your own purse,

You stand and I will run behind,

It's safer in your shade.

I steal your toys when you turn round,

Then stab you with a blade.