Was Shakespeare laughing
Still in his grave
Making dreams for those
Who have none
And standing loudly
He told insulting paradoxes
Cracking his will of jest
Till we loved eternally
In a moon lit comedy
His intentions for applause
Came suddenly
Roses rained at the parade
Till our tears were worthwhile
And then
I had to smile.
Still in his grave
Making dreams for those
Who have none
And standing loudly
He told insulting paradoxes
Cracking his will of jest
Till we loved eternally
In a moon lit comedy
His intentions for applause
Came suddenly
Roses rained at the parade
Till our tears were worthwhile
And then
I had to smile.