Piano Magic - Book I Should Not Read текст песни

But the sun danced in your shadow like the mocking of a bird.
And I was dragged down to your depth.
And I clung to every word.
You're a statue in my past.
You are stone amongst the grass.
Byzantine and cold but never growing old.
And the clouds pass over Europe as the night, it battens down.
I am drinking in the backroom of a bar of some renown.
And I'm thinking how I lost you, how I let go of your hand.
Your last words wore a sadness. You were drowned out by the band