No Strings Attached Lyrics - Skyclad

Now the final curtain's fallen, 

for no show goes on forever, 

if the world's a stage - mine's empty. 

whilst upon it you'll tread never. 

As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood, 

i rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could; 

Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made, 

and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played? 

Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'? 

Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached). 

Amidst the dying candle-light, 

I sit forlorn, alone, 

a space once filled with laughter bright, 

the place my heart called home 

Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak; 

though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep;" 

"What am I without your tender touch - 

the hands to hold and guide me, 

what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me? 

I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched. 

but fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached. 

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[CHORUS:] 

No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard, 

a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots. 

For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied, 

It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props. 

Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. 

Now last and least- the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage, 

he's played a fool and played the prince - (but never acts his age). 

And If for once not lost for words- l wonder what he d say, 

to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay? 

"Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true, 

and the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you. 

Now my life is robbed of meaning 

Iike a purse of hope that's snatched. 

Must I spend my whole time dreaming - 

living life no strings attached?" 

[CHORUS:] 

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No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard, 

a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots. 

For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied, 

It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props. 

Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.