The Musical Box (live In Birmingham 2017) Lyrics - Steve Hackett

Play me Old King Cole 

That I may join with you, 

All your hearts now seem so far from me 

It hardly seems to matter now 

And the nurse will tell you lies 

Of a kingdom beyond the skies. 

But I am lost within this half-world, 

It hardly seems to matter now 

Play me my song. 

Here it comes again. 

Play me my song. 

Here it comes again 

Just a little bit, 

Just a little bit more time, 

Time left to live out my life 

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Play me my song. 

Here it comes again 

Play me my song. 

Here it comes again 

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, 

And a merry old soul was he 

So he called for his pipe, 

And he called for his bowl, 

And he called for his fiddlers three 

But the clock, tick-tock, 

On the mantle piece - 

And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, 

Her warmth... 

She's a lady, she's got time, 

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face 

She's a lady, she is mine. 

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh 

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I've been waiting here for so long 

And all this time has passed me by 

It doesn't seem to matter now 

You stand there with your fixed expression 

Casting doubt on all I have to say. 

Why don't you touch me, touch me, 

Why don't you touch me, touch me, 

Touch me now, now, now, now, now...