Sally Louise - Soothsayer Lyrics

Soothsayer, dream taker
Call him what you like
This wise, old mystic shuns foolishness
Mortality's in his sights
But so it goes, this itch is driving me insane
Oh how he knows to push my buttons, pull my chain
But this entrancement may be a tempest in a teapot
Rising up at the break of dawn
For the umpteenth time
He crosses the channel between the realms
His muse by his side
But so it goes, this itch is driving me insane
Oh how he knows to push my buttons, pull my chain
But this entrancement may be a tempest in a teapot
That nonsensical man
With boyish heart runs 'cross the plains
Wishing for a mountaintop
His footing in mood wanes
But so it goes, this itch is driving me insane
Oh how he knows to push my buttons, pull my chain
But this entrancement may be a tempest in a teapot
His voice eludes me
The song of his heart
When do you feel it
When do you stop
His voice eludes me
The song of his heart
When do you feel it
When do you stop
Conjures tasks to steady his hands
From shaking out in pain
His mind's follies are genius spun
From questioning the sane
But so it goes, this itch is driving me insane
Oh how he knows to push my buttons, pull my chain
But this entrancement may be a tempest in
A tempest in
A tempest in a teapot