Edyta Bartosiewicz

Take my soul with you



Water's dripping from the trees I'm waiting in my car I'm biding all my time in memories I see a man passing by He smokes a big cigar Probably there's something He needs to tell me Oh take my soul with you I'm going away Take my soul with you Oh I think I've already heard his voice Oh I know I've seen his face someplace before There is something going on His face all deadly pale And wrinkled shows some kind of fear He seems not to be asking But demanding Oh take my soul with you I'm going away Take my soul with you I feel he's got the saddest thing to say The saddest thing to say The old musician - he won't play again The old musician - no piano playing I feel there's something going on I'm hearing bells all around me Oh take my soul with you I'm going away Take my soul with you