Bruford - Gothic 17 lyrics

Snow falling all around And in the darkened house The little boy daren't make a sound His parents whispering outside the door He plans the day when they won't be there anymore They're telling him this They're telling him that You'll never predict The way that he might react He's lost in a maze Of difficult days He's sinking too fast He's walking on broken gla** Speak softly to the child For inbetween his head and racing heart Lies something wild No sense in shouting he can't hear for the noise He plays with fire, broken gla** twisted tin, broken toys They're telling him this They're telling him that You'll never predict The way that he might react He's lost in a maze Of difficult days He's sinking too fast He's walking on broken gla**