Peter Wolf Crier

Playwright
I got your voice but I never heard you callWhen I'm right, when I'm wrongWhen I took to fratricideA good playwright could not make you and all the words you dealtAs it's you, as it's me who wants to love againTill the throws all bendI got your name but I never took your formWhen my lines they run wild with a hand too numb to gripA good playwright could not make you and all the words you dealtAs it's you, as it's me who wants to love againTill the throws all bend Aus Songtexte Mania