I’m walking on a thin ice
Lying paralyzed
There’s staying there’s alone
Reaching for the unknown
<Interlude>
In the mirror I see despair
In the closet I smell death
There’s needles in my bed
I’ve finally lost my head
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They’re all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born
—————–
This Ice
Stratovarius
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