An Appointment With The Master – Bachdenkel – letras

She leaves instructions on her doorstepAnd they say, do not disturb herAnd you tell yourself she’s sleepingBut secretly she’s keepingAn appointment with her masterWho wears gold upon his fingersAnd puts silver in your pocketCome the morning she’s still sleepingAnd you think an explanationMight be useful for the futureBut she just looks as if to tell youThat if you really want an answerTo the question that you’re askingAsk the masterIf you really want an answerMake an appointment with the masterSo I went to see the masterAnd he said that there’s no need to beAn everlasting loserYou take her and you use herAnd pay very close attentionTo the manners and the movementsOf your lord and loving masterThen he led me into darknessAnd I felt that I was fallingAnd I said, can I be dreaming?No, I know I am not sleepingFor my eyes were being openedMy imagination tutoredBy my lord and loving masterThen she showed me to her tableAnd we dined before the masterAnd his blood was like a living wineAnd I saw no need to ask herFor my manners and my movementsWere those that I had studiedFrom my lord and loving master