The musical box. Genesis

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far
from meIt hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantlepiece
And I want, and I feel, and I know
and I touch
Her warmth...
She's a lady,
she's got time
Brush back your hair
and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she is mine.
Brush back your hair,
and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you
touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me,
touch me,Touch me now,
now, now, now, now...

Genesis