Many men will do as they're told
No one in the mud is a heart of gold
You should have seen what sinking ships used to
To travel the world without a soul
Our lies in the mind,
not in the hands Down the road you'll lose many a friend
Look around and contemplate where you
stand The horizon will disappear in the end
Looking back to the child we were inside so wild
And all the pretty pictures too,
we know it's not really you
They say childhood is a gift,
but in the end you know what's lit
The spark of innocence to sell,
before we all go to
Don't listen to be cynical,
many do that
way much better
Whatever happened to the goldfish bowl I
was told it might have been so sinister
With all the junk you feed your head Man,
it's not even worth a piece of bread
Don't find reasons to be so blue Cause really,
you don't even have glue
Looking back to the child we were inside so wild
And all the pretty pictures too,
we know it's not really you
They say childhood is a gift,
but in the end you know what's lit
The spark of innocence to sell,
before we all go to
Gardens of Eden,
fortress of children Killers of nightmares,
mess of God lost,
somewhere
A
glimpse of eternity,
show behind all,
so carefully
Now be a good boy, don't cry,
time to kiss the cradle goodbye
Looking back to the child we were inside so wild
And all the pretty
pictures too,
will all mean something new
Keep a bright smile inside,
and you'll think there's a new life
We just give it for a while,
fortune is the flame inside
you'll find