Musical box
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

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 mantelpiece. 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. Oh, brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh


I've been waiting here for so long. And all this time that 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
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now