My Face
Quelle: Spotify
My Face I don't mind it
I'm standing behind it
It hangs down in front by my hair.
It studies the cards
All the aces and spades
But it don't have to call which they ere.
I've taught it to smile and to wrinkle its nose
And to froth at the mouth when its mad.
I've taught it to yawn and to laugh and to snarl
And to hang out its lip when its sad.
My face, I don't mind it I live here behind it
Quite tightly its wedged 'tween my ears.
It acts like a wall over which lies the world
So they can't read my hopes and my fears.
In front of my chin pass the sights and the smells
And the songs and the sounds of the horns,
Of the traffic and blarin' of honkin' and screechin'
Of time since the day I was born.
My face, if you find it I'm back here behind it
Its only a mask for the soul
It don't have no lines you can follow as such,
For its only the part, not the whole.
While you could be talkin' or snarlin' or coughin'
Or holdin' your head while you weep,
In back of this face I could watch or be singin'
or sometimes I might be asleep.---Lyrics submitted by Clay Coleman.
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