Simon

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dance in delight , you command a beautiful air, bells wash away the fear, candle scent and myrrh, who says when we die, there’s call for stolen tears, demands we have to try, life contains a passionate flair, a proud songster, our joy in what we share, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's cheer, so hot it seems to fry, every stolen lair, strum songs for their ears, we don’t have a care, our heads full of literature, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, you say it’s only fair.