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Bill Bruford - Gothic 17 lyrics
Snow falling all around And in the darkened house a little boy daren't make a sound His parents whispering outside the door He plans the day when they won't be there anymore They're telling him this, they're telling him that You'll never predict the way that he might react He's lost in a maze of difficulties He's sinking too fast, he's walking on broken glass Speak softly to the child For inbetween his head and racing heart lies something wild No sense in shouting, he can't hear for the noise He plays with fire, broken glass, twisted tin and broken toys You're telling him this, you're telling him that You'll never predict the way that he might react He's lost in a maze of difficulties He's sinking too fast, he's walking on broken glass |
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