Sister City
Playing Peter
You can find me playing Peter from a perchFrom the parapet that overlooks my churchBut my gate is locked, the pearls don't shineCause I'm playing peter in my mindI dot my Is and cross my t'sWhen I write down what peter seesBut I still find it hard to readAnd I don't remember what I meanWhat drove you out were ringing bellsWhat floated up were angry yellsWhat drifted down you barely heardThe sound of my ungrateful wordsSo I engage in thieveryLike art could save a wretch like meThe greatest judge in historyMakes Solomon look awfully weakCouldn't I adjust my gaitAnd finally start thinking straightI can't be right, I must be wrongBut the proof has been there all alongI lost faith in people years agoSo the future finds me growing oldA notebook spread across my deskMe playing peter once again
From Letras Mania