We're running down the Harlequin's tale of the Other
A heaven all secure for the sane
Coming out a death wish on a high on frightened mothers
Speed your pace we walk again
With a secret from a silent age
With a mirror for the free
On the black cat in the fire
Like a voice from the secret empire
On the secret of the silent face
For the stranger in the dead
For the menace and the free
For the solace and the pain
through the voice of the secret empire
Forcing us to renovate it
when the child is no longer sane
And so we found the sorrow squad
We drew the air and the rumor went out
on the Harlequin's bane
The secret in your silent eyes
joined the rail and took flight
The broken wind
stayed out the cold
You'll never grow old
You'll never grow old.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI