Bill Bruford - Gothic 17 | Текст песни

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• Bill Bruford
• Gothic 17

Snow falling all around
And in the darkened house
The little boy daren't make a sound
His parents whispering outside the door
He plans the day when they won't be there anymore

(Chorus)
They're telling him this
They're telling him that
They'll never predict
The way that he might react
He's lost in a maze
Of difficult days
He's sinking too fast
He's walking on broken glass

Speak softly to the child
For in-between 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

(Chorus)
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 difficult days
He's sinking too fast
He's walking on broken glass

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