And I was too confused to see the meaning
Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice
And before the fire died and they were leaving
I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend
To a richman, poorman, beggar man or thief
From my heart I send a messenger to bend
And take your mind from agony and grief
Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens
No one here has ever reached your centre
Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought
Or you may lose the meaning of your venture
Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice And I was too confused to see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a richman, poorman, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens No one here has ever reached your centre Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought Or you may lose the meaning of your venture Explain Request ×
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