"The Fool" lyrics
From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
A boned curled hand,
Calling me out
Making me
Dance.
From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
Fiddle stick in hand,
Bells on foot
A stranger
In a lavish land.
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
A boned curled hand,
Calling me out
Making me
Dance.
From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
Fiddle stick in hand,
Bells on foot
A stranger
In a lavish land.
Writer(s): Justine Mitchell, Justin Raisen, Hana Elion, Yves Rothman, Luca Buccellati
