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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marillion
Marillion
Performer
Ian Mosley
Ian Mosley
Drums
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Keyboards
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Guitar
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Bass Guitar
Thomas Steimler
Thomas Steimler
Recorder
Fish
Fish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Dick
Derek Dick
Songwriter
Ian Mosley
Ian Mosley
Songwriter
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Songwriter
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Songwriter
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Steimler
Thomas Steimler
Recording Engineer
Mark Freegard
Mark Freegard
Mixing Engineer
Chris Kimsey
Chris Kimsey
Producer
Chris Kimsey For Wonderknob Ltd
Chris Kimsey For Wonderknob Ltd
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
[Verse 2]
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, oh just a runaway, I'm saving myself
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moon, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
[Verse 3]
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
[Verse 4]
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
[Verse 5]
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
[Verse 6]
Another interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
[Verse 7]
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity
[Verse 8]
It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
There's a presence here
I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical
[Verse 9]
There's a presence
A childhood, my childhood
My childhood, childhood
A misplaced childhood
[Verse 10]
My childhood, a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me
[Verse 11]
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
[Verse 12]
I see convoys curbcrawling West German autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh I can't take any more
[Verse 13]
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye?
[Verse 14]
Hey
I see priests and politicians
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilized?
Written by: Derek Dick, Ian Mosley, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery

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