"The play" genre: Jazz Vocals
	lo fi play (dial-up) hi fi play (broadband) download (3.0 MB)	email track to a friend	add to My.MP3
	Credits: Roger Allan Ivin
	Lyrics The sun gives birth to a coloured land Such a sight for my wrinkled sore eyes My shoes are worn from the same old path Why did I trust them lies Standing in the hall watching the reflections Though distant, I know you’re near These words in mind on lips they taste bitter I’ll miss smelling your coconut hair My part is over as the red curtain falls The applause is a dagger to my heart Removing the mask a split second of time One last look before I depart Out in the evening I turn towards the fresh wind A place to rewrite the script Anxcious to rest and to lick my wounds Hard task when both wings are clipped

Copyright notice. All material on MP3.com is protected by copyright law and by international treaties. You may download this material and make reasonable number of copies of this material only for your own personal use. You may not otherwise reproduce, distribute, publicly perform, publicly display, or create derivative works of this material, unless authorized by the appropriate copyright owner(s).