Huddled in the safety
Of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke,
Naked of understanding…Nicotine smears,
Long, long dried tears,
Invisible tears
Safe in my own words,
Learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel jokeHuddled in the safety
Of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides,
In the starless shutters of my eyesThe spirit of a misplaced childhood
Is rising to speak his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak,
Disillusioned and scarred
A refugee, refugee.
Composição: Marillion.
