LYRIC FOR SALE

By Izzy Levy

He'd trade the worlds he makes for laughter
He'd give them all to laugh with you
He knows his load is very heavy
His saddest eyes do tell you so
Milena, the farthest shining star, Milena
Good old Franz sure loves you so
Milena

His hand does tremble to the rhythm
With which ink stains the page he writes
He paints the love with which he loves you
In black and white upon his page
Milena, you are the only cause, Milena
For which hunger's not his art
Milena

His pen caresses white-ish paper
The way he'd love to do with you
From his despair you are his shelter
His ray of sunshine in the rain
Milena, he'd go from man to bug, Milena
If it meant spending life with you
Milena

He'd brave the judgements of his father
If he could share a grave with you
He'd sell insurance gladly
If you'd involve yourself with him
Milena, would you hop right in, Milena
Into the depths of his abyss
Milena

You are the force moving his fingers
Though he wastes away in pain
He'd swallow whole his pain
If you would remain his muse
Milena, what power do you have, Milena
That the dead remain alive
Milena