Justin Rutledge - The Suffering of Pepe O'Malley (pt. III) Lyrics
Dear Madeline,I am a tightrope walker from Barceona, SpainSometimes I lose my balance, and you complain,but you'll always be, you'll always be myDear MadelineIf I afford the fare, can you meet me in Londonwith your Bible in Trafalgar Square?'Cause when you left me here,my tears rolled by like taxis on Bloor Streetat 10 P.M. on a Friday nightDear Emily,I am a gargoyle carver from Florence, ItalySometimes the chisel slips and I forget your malady,but you'll always be, you'll always be myDear EmilyIf I afford the fare, can can you meet me in Dublinwith your compass and a smoke to spare?There's only boozehounds here,so I won't be home for Christmas or New Year,but you'll always be, you'll always be my Dear EmilyShe said, "I want to die in Vienna, listening to a moonlight sonata."