How the Story Ends

HOW THE STORY ENDS

Let me tell you How the Story Ends…

From the start we were writing Shakespeare

Music by Rachmaninov

A host of daffodils I did bring you

So what if they were from the roundabout on Lobley Hill

Antony and lovely Cleopatra would have given us a love parade

Had they won the war

But just like you

All she ever craved was asses, milk and more…

So let me tell you How the Story Ends

Let me tell you How the Story Ends

In my imagination, I`m running through the station

The train pulls in and up you come into my arms again

And for a minute it lets me pretend

That somehow somewhere someplace

You still love me

Where he came from I’ll just never know

An extra hijacked my stage

“Exit pursued by bear”, was his role

But someone forgot to lock him in his cage

He had a haircut from Eastenders

An inbred-looking Hapsburg chin

Laden up with gold, it dazzled you

But couldn`t mask the fact he had

A character made of tin

So let me tell you How the Story Ends….

Let me tell you How the Story Ends

The Flyin` Scotsman`s comin`

I hear those tracks a-rumblin

I cut the ropes and up you come into my arms again

And for a minute, just let me pretend

That somehow, somewhere some place

You still love me

I know I may have lied when I said I had a yacht,

But C’mon, Baby, I’m your dreamboat,

It`s clearly in the plot

So let me tell you How the Story Ends

Let me tell you How the Story Ends

My imagination

Running through the station

The train pulls in and up you come into my arms again

And just as my poor heart begins to mend

Suddenly at once,

A thought begins to linger

What a happy time I`m having with this trigger at my finger

And that`s how the story ends, when I hear

Drop the Gun…

Please Sir, Just Drop the Gun…