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STEVE HACKETT >> Merchandise Links
STEVE HACKETT
In the theatre of sleep Where no reason remains Dreamers and drifters Make their entrance onto the stage Non-stop scenery changes With promptings in the dark Trapped in unremitting violence As trees stripped of their bark When they're buried in your dream The past is a foreign country They do things differently there You're back in the old schoolhouse With rows and rows of chairs Well it might be war or Christmas With the tanks and guns and flares Or a witch that wields her broomstick The stars of your nightmare When they're buried in your dream I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall In an old riverboat A proud queen washed up at last She's giving up the ghost Slimy green water rising I knew that I would die I had no time to abandon ship, The morning had arrived
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