Dizraeli - Maria lyrics
[Dizraeli - Maria lyrics]
He sit's with his head in his hands
His feet sunk into the sand
The sky turns grey above him
He shows no sign of being alive
But what could a boy do?
The day the world went wrong
He was in the front row
What must he go through to pay
To pay well he don't know
Maria, was his sweetness, his light
His redress, his night, his day
They rented a flat together
Shared the summer in their hideaway
All he needed was her cheek pressed to his
And his world was calm he could almost weep
Just watching her sleeping
In the circle of his arms
One day they woke up early
The dawn was splashed with gold
Maria jumped up and wanted to
Walk in the morning cold
So they left undressed and crept outside
Strode the avenues nude and giggling
Unashamed and unafraid
Of any truths that the universe
May cast their way whatever time may bring
They danced among the city graves
And then he heard her sing
Won't you follow me
To find a space a little closer to the sea
To float away away away
Today today today today
But then the seasons spun
The weakened sun began to fade
With such freedoms come poverty
And food has to be paid for
Maria was too much a wild
Child to work for living
So it was he who went out chasing papers
While she chased her visions
Imprisoned in suit's and ties
And factory uniforms
He slaved to pay for them both
Dawn through to dawn
Through to dusk resentment
Cultivated into mistrust in his mind
And nothing hit's us like a kiss does
When there’s very little love left within it
And workaday stress had stretched his
Love to it's limit's
Money makes money, somebody said
But the money he made barely bought bread
For the table
And when you watch the weeks tick away
And the clock on the factory
Wall steals the day
And all that’s left you is
The grey of twilight
And the long tired nights
There’s got to be a point
When your fire dies and his was fading fast
No number of Maria’s laughs could warm him
Someone should have warned him
Even a crack in the design can let a storm in
And the architecture of their love
Was looking worn thin
A smile, a worried look, an angry thought
A fumbled coffee cup, a slap, a slammed door
She wanted to make love he needed to sleep
She wanted to talk
He thought she thought too deep
When she sang
Won’t you follow me
To find a space a little closer to the sea
And float away away away
Today today today today
And to his mind it seemed that
Maria’d lost her rhyme and her reason
In her drinking and daydreaming
Sick of coming home to the mess she made with
Scattered sculptures
And fragments of scribbled pages
She called it art-
He called her from work and
Said he’d be home late
Needed some of his own space
Needed a drink he went with
A couple of work mates
To this bar just opened close
To the factory gates
And his mates were chatting about
These women they find fit
Saying they wouldn’t mind a bit of it
Considering and in the midst of it
Our friend was drunken-hypnotised
By this blonde bit of skirt
With cute little eyes
That flicker like the serpent’s tongue
Blatantly flirting he thought
That's just what I need
After a week’s working right? And
One drink leads to another thing
He finds himself pressed against
The barside fumbling with this blonde bird
Mumbling something about going back to hers
And before he knows
She’s pulling off her skirt
Three hours later it was long done and over
In his sleep, becoming
Just a little more sobre
He was locked within a dark dream
In his imagining
He was scrabbling to find Maria
But she keeps vanishing
He wakes, cold and shaking in a sudden sweat
Driven by fear, he rushed to gather up
His stuff and left
Running with his head spinning
His tongue raw
Running through the streets that
Had been theirs the summer before
He reached the door of the
Flat and tiptoed in
Hoping he'd find his lover there
Soft and dozing
But there was no lover, no sound no smiles
Just Maria’s artwork, stacked
In neat little piles
He burst into the bedroom
But she wasn’t there just a rumpled pillow
And a strand of her hair and this note
Where she would have laid her head
And the moment that he saw it
He knew that she was dead
Won’t you follow me?
To find a space a little closer to the sea
And float away away away
Today today today today
Cos everything must die
No sooner dry than we are taken by the tide
And float away away away
So very little time to play
His feet sunk into the sand
The sky turns grey above him
He shows no sign of being alive
But what could a boy do?
The day the world went wrong
He was in the front row
What must he go through to pay
To pay well he don't know
Maria, was his sweetness, his light
His redress, his night, his day
They rented a flat together
Shared the summer in their hideaway
All he needed was her cheek pressed to his
And his world was calm he could almost weep
Just watching her sleeping
In the circle of his arms
One day they woke up early
The dawn was splashed with gold
Maria jumped up and wanted to
Walk in the morning cold
So they left undressed and crept outside
Strode the avenues nude and giggling
Unashamed and unafraid
Of any truths that the universe
May cast their way whatever time may bring
They danced among the city graves
And then he heard her sing
Won't you follow me
To find a space a little closer to the sea
To float away away away
Today today today today
But then the seasons spun
The weakened sun began to fade
With such freedoms come poverty
And food has to be paid for
Maria was too much a wild
Child to work for living
So it was he who went out chasing papers
While she chased her visions
Imprisoned in suit's and ties
And factory uniforms
He slaved to pay for them both
Dawn through to dawn
Through to dusk resentment
Cultivated into mistrust in his mind
And nothing hit's us like a kiss does
When there’s very little love left within it
And workaday stress had stretched his
Love to it's limit's
Money makes money, somebody said
But the money he made barely bought bread
For the table
And when you watch the weeks tick away
And the clock on the factory
Wall steals the day
And all that’s left you is
The grey of twilight
And the long tired nights
There’s got to be a point
When your fire dies and his was fading fast
No number of Maria’s laughs could warm him
Someone should have warned him
Even a crack in the design can let a storm in
And the architecture of their love
Was looking worn thin
A smile, a worried look, an angry thought
A fumbled coffee cup, a slap, a slammed door
She wanted to make love he needed to sleep
She wanted to talk
He thought she thought too deep
When she sang
Won’t you follow me
To find a space a little closer to the sea
And float away away away
Today today today today
And to his mind it seemed that
Maria’d lost her rhyme and her reason
In her drinking and daydreaming
Sick of coming home to the mess she made with
Scattered sculptures
And fragments of scribbled pages
She called it art-
He called her from work and
Said he’d be home late
Needed some of his own space
Needed a drink he went with
A couple of work mates
To this bar just opened close
To the factory gates
And his mates were chatting about
These women they find fit
Saying they wouldn’t mind a bit of it
Considering and in the midst of it
Our friend was drunken-hypnotised
By this blonde bit of skirt
With cute little eyes
That flicker like the serpent’s tongue
Blatantly flirting he thought
That's just what I need
After a week’s working right? And
One drink leads to another thing
He finds himself pressed against
The barside fumbling with this blonde bird
Mumbling something about going back to hers
And before he knows
She’s pulling off her skirt
Three hours later it was long done and over
In his sleep, becoming
Just a little more sobre
He was locked within a dark dream
In his imagining
He was scrabbling to find Maria
But she keeps vanishing
He wakes, cold and shaking in a sudden sweat
Driven by fear, he rushed to gather up
His stuff and left
Running with his head spinning
His tongue raw
Running through the streets that
Had been theirs the summer before
He reached the door of the
Flat and tiptoed in
Hoping he'd find his lover there
Soft and dozing
But there was no lover, no sound no smiles
Just Maria’s artwork, stacked
In neat little piles
He burst into the bedroom
But she wasn’t there just a rumpled pillow
And a strand of her hair and this note
Where she would have laid her head
And the moment that he saw it
He knew that she was dead
Won’t you follow me?
To find a space a little closer to the sea
And float away away away
Today today today today
Cos everything must die
No sooner dry than we are taken by the tide
And float away away away
So very little time to play