Once there was a man, who had a little too much...time on his hands
He never stopped to think that he was getting older
And when his life came to an end, he tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend that he could wish himself health on a four leaf clover
He said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Three o'clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on, it couldn't speak fell off,
And now she just wanders the halls,
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all...
She said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
The wheelies are cutting pavement and the skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
To return to Oz - we've left the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my face and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
He never stopped to think that he was getting older
And when his life came to an end, he tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend that he could wish himself health on a four leaf clover
He said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Three o'clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on, it couldn't speak fell off,
And now she just wanders the halls,
Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all...
She said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
The wheelies are cutting pavement and the skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
To return to Oz - we've left the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my face and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Une chanson qui me fait presque à chaque fois pleurer...trop belle on peut rien dire de plus...
