left hand solution - memories of the tragedienne lyrics

[words & music: barthold]

in the tragic play
a marionette of the clock
pages filled with a chronicle in blood

scents and sights,come back to me
my life in memories, makes me want to go
try and hold on to what's left of all
the golden scenes i forever want to know

the curtains are lifted
reveal a spectacle of rare
'til the final act i am your tragic one

soaring in the wind
sounds - so transcendent
so faint and softly
carries me above

scents and sights...