Warning to a Talented Violinist
I was playing cello in a fancy drawing room
The lines of sound were long and thin, you'd have hated it
But you never had your way, except the way you play
Beware of doors and knives
Their actions won't be healed by time
The saddest man I met
Will not believe this gentle threat
When you showed me all around
Your boring German town
The lights were diamonds in the rain
That made us walk too fast
Will you comfort me all night?
My ride is almost here
Beware of doors and knives
Their actions won't be healed by time
The saddest man I met
Will not believe this gentle threat
Your hands move too fast for time
Your hands slipped too fast through mine
On my nation-series globe you're inches away
Like when we walked down Berlin roads in the rain
Beware of doors and knives
Their actions won't be healed by time
The sadddest man I met will not believe this gentle threat.