The Old King’s Fool

The Old Kings Fool

Memories all around, keep them from disappearing,
pretending to yourself you’ve seen the last of them
Then up it comes again

This time – all we can do is try…

…to hurt each other less

The king, he held the fool, like I was holding you
Sleeping in his arms and weeping till the dawn
Well we’re all alike in scars

But will we have to sail alone…

…if we hurt each other less?

A storm is followed by the summer sun
And then again the clouds will come undone
The circle never ends
The wheel is turning in
As we shed another skin

And we’ll both stop losing when…

…we hurt each other less