The Musical Box (2012)

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 mantlepiece

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's mine

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...