Himself As A Child
Himself as a child he's holding hands with
Over the same places life will take them tonight
They'll be passing again by the houses of memory
by empty seas, by the nets of fear
They'll be passing again by the houses of memory
by empty seas, by the nets of fear
They'll stand together and see passing by
like rivers the moments that never grow old
and the faces that have turned themselves into streets and centuries
and the dreams that have dug through the years hideouts
when I was a child
I had discovered a garden
So I could hide myself there
whenever I'm absent from life
when I was a child
I had hidden a sun
So that my way could have light
And my silence (could have) a friend
So that my way could have light
and my silence a friend
Himself as a child from the hand will take
Like a glass for one instant he'll crack, he'll break
They'll then separate and each one will go
To a world cut in half where both don't fit
They'll then separate and each one will go
To a world cut in half where both don't fit
when I was a child I had discovered a garden
So I could hide myself there whenever I'm absent from life
when I was a child I had hidden a sun
So that my way could have light
And my silence a friend
So that my way could have light
And my silence a friend