Magdalene

Well she says that I’m doing her wrong by going out

And I now it’s the rambling she’s talking about

The play starts round midnight and it ends just a minute too late

Magdalene she is crying while the night porter closes the gate

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

Some old melody from some old broken dream

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

No one but my sweetheart Magdalene

I long for to hold her and keep her in the palm of my hand

But her pain is a burden so heavy I can’t understand

How I long for to hold her and keep her in the palm of my hand

But my pain is a burden too heavy for her simple demands

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

Some old melody from some old broken dream

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

No one but my sweetheart Magdalene

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

Some old melody from some old broken dream

And I feel like an open book

No one cares to read

No one but my sweetheart Magdalene