Maestro - Sarah Close

He’s a hollow man in a dead land
He’s a fool with men for change
He’s a hot shot, in his high rise
A glass of wine and a lady by his side

The city is drunk on the money he’s burnt
Yet he still parades these whispered words
Of ‘things all good cause I’m not dead yet’

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He’s a warrior and a fighter
He’s a fool with a twisted smile
In his bloodstream, runs the story
Of a maestro cut loose in the hands of misuse

The city is drunk on the money he’s burnt
Yet he still parades these whispered words
Of ‘things all good cause I’m not dead yet’

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold

All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, what a sight to see
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more
A sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more

Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold
Look at you maestro, look at your poor soul.

Lyrics added by Bianca G.