Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

how can i tell you the story of my heart
pull up a chair come sit with me
through my eyes, the things i see
the dreams and the dreams that fell apart
how can i tell you the story of my heart

the wind blows through my days
like leaves they scatter
and what is left
i've no idea
what will become of me
will there be someone in my arms
will my bed remind me of you
how you turned and walked away
like morning's mist in the sun
the bouzouki plays and plays on
retsina like blood it pours
memories that dance, they spin
like chance and then depart
how can i tell you the story of my heart

my youth escapes from me
like a fool i dye my hair
a pallikari who has lost his knife
i stumble and lurch
i call your name and am mocked
by the echo of my desires
i dance in the taverna
a man possessed that has lost his past
i want to feel your lips against mine
i want to sing you songs of the war
those dark times in hadairi
poems scratched on the wall
i knew you would wait for me
and that once more we'd be
together, oh how could i be so wrong
there are no songs now that we're apart
how can i tell you the story of my heart