Trinket,
worn with colors matching satin dyes
has lost its magic touch.
People from a distant hill have crossed
an ever -stretching sea of sand.
Artificial flowers cannot die,
for life within them is illusion.
Talisman, talisman,
grace my hand
Talisman, grace my hand
Figures made of pedigrees con
trol the non -existent soul of
John
Smith.
Walk the creature, let it run,
but slacken not the rope to which it's bound.
Ships in bottles cannot sail,
And neither can a tombstone
kill a feather.
Talisman, talisman,
grace my hand.
Talisman, grace my hand.
Kings are nothing more without the glory an
d the wealth behind their thinking.
Let me feel the choice of seeing dawn
or set ting sun before I die
Myriads of painted faces rush behind
the eye of the uncertain
Talisman, talisman, grace my hand
Talisman, grace my hand
Let me live only to do,
and let me do only to live.
My steel image comes with the sun,
and that's where it slumbers now.
Talisman, talisman, grace my hand
Talisman, grace my hand