A Week in the Cape
I've got ghosts in three cities
Demons in my sleep
But you are my witness
My secrets you keep
Now stumbling without you
In the cold light of day
I'm just a player
In need of a play
I walk down Longmarket
Whale Street and Bree
I searched for our tower
The old you and me
And I stood under archways
Like mouths looking forlorn
My prima donna, it's almost the dawn
I think of you sleeping
I think of you warm
I wrestle the darkness
Till I'm ragged and torn
You say the wind's biting
Well, the fields are still green
The props are all ready
You're setting scene
So put on your armour
And pick up your sword
I'll find a guitar
And I'll sound out the chords
And we'll meet in the wings
While the curtains are drawn
My prima donna, it's almost the dawn
So put on your armour
And pick up your sword
I'll find a guitar
And I'll sound out the chords
And maybe you'll leave me
In love or maybe in scorn
My prima donna, it's almost the dawn
My prima donna, it's almost the dawn
