So softly you'll run
From the sound of your brother's gun
But you know it's not just a game
In the brambles you'll hide
Till the caretaker comes outside
And everyone calls your name

When you are young
There are battle plans and distant drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
Till your mother, she calls you away

And we'll scratch in the dirt
Where the bones are picked clean by the birds
And the clouds are out of reach
And you'll twist in his fist
As Persephone blows a kiss
And you hide yourself under the sheets

When you are young
There are battle plans and distant drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
Till your mother, she calls you away Writer/s: Brett Anderson, Neil Codling
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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