Up came the man with a glass in his hand - He said 'I listened to you tonight. What happened to the gentle, sad songs? Those are the ones I liked!' I said 'I've given up suffering for the sake of my art and now I'm running where the honey melts... So take your masochistic tendencies and satisfy 'em somewhere else.' CHORUS: I'm going to sit on the shelf, keep myself to myself, if only for today. I won't dissect what I feel, like some vast meal, for the gathering birds of prey. What I was with you, and what we've gone through, they're ours alone, God knows! And I can't stand to bare us, to cut up and share us, with the eagles and the crows.... The stage has become a badland - where the rivers of pity run dry. And my songs are the bones of the stories of the people who passed me by. They've been stripped clean by a constant stream of jackals who came to feed. Now when I sing they've got an empty ring and they don't fulfil my need. CHORUS: I'm going to sit on the shelf, keep myself to myself, if only for today. I won't dissect what I feel, like some vast meal, for the gathering birds of prey. What I was with you, and what we've gone through, they're ours alone, God knows! And I can't stand to bare us, cut up and share us, with the eagles and the crows.... Well I started to tell my tale about you but the people queued to be cruel. They'd applaud the songs but behind their hands they said I acted like a fool. And there's no amount of music could be worth the things I lost. So the story of us will remain untold until I'm sure about the final cost! CHORUS: I'm going to sit on the shelf, keep myself to myself, if only for today. I won't dissect what I feel, like some vast meal, for the gathering birds of prey. What I was with you, and what we went through, they're ours alone, God knows! And I can't stand to bare us, cut up and share us, with the eagles and the crows.... |