Bachdenkel An Appointment With the Master Lyrics

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She leaves instructions on her doorstep
And they say, do not disturb her
And you tell yourself she's sleeping
But secretly she's keeping
An appointment with her master
Who wears gold upon his fingers
And puts silver in your pocket
Come the morning she's still sleeping
And you think an explanation
Might be useful for the future
But she just looks as if to tell you
That if you really want an answer
To the question that you're asking
Ask the master
If you really want an answer
Make an appointment with the master
So I went to see the master
And he said that there's no need to be
An everlasting loser
You take her and you use her
And pay very close attention
To the manners and the movements
Of your lord and loving master

Then he led me into darkness
And I felt that I was falling
And I said, can I be dreaming?
No, I know I am not sleeping
For my eyes were being opened
My imagination tutored
By my lord and loving master
Then she showed me to her table
And we dined before the master
And his blood was like a living wine
And I saw no need to ask her
For my manners and my movements
Were those that I had studied
From my lord and loving master

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