The Singer
In a small cafe on a crowded night
- In a small cafe on a crowded night
- In a spot of light stands the singer
- Then the band begins and the beat is strong
- And the room belongs to the singer
- All the people turn to hear her sad refrain
- And catch the cry of pain that's in her song
- But in her haunted face and in her searching eyes
- There is a sign that something's wrong
- Now the eager crowd hangs on every word
- But the sounds are slurred by the singer
- Til' the people feel every aching part
- Of the broken heart of the singer
- Still the song goes on about a love she knew
- That seemed so sure so true but turned out wrong
- And from the tears she shows nobody really knows
- Is she the singer or the song
- Is she the singer or the song
- As the sad song ends she hits the final note
- It catches in her throat but comes out strong
- And as she bows and goes nobody really knows
- Was she the singer or the song
- Was she the singer - or - the - song
- La-la-lah-la-lah la-la-lah-la-lah la-la-lah-la-lah
- La-la-la-la
- La-la-lah-la-lah la-la-lah-la-lah la-la-lah-la-lah
- La-la-la-la [fade]
And the room belongs to the singer 🎤 🎶 🎵 🎼
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Comments 4
This song bring back my memories
You’re the best singer
OMG… Your song is very inspiring 💗💗💗🧡
✊😘❤ 💓