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 ’Til the caretaker comes outside And everyone calls your name
When you are young There are bottled blooms and twisted drums When you are young There is nothing right and nothing wrong You will play in the maze ’Til your mother she calls you away
And we’ll scratch in the dirt Where the bones are picked clean by 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 bottled blooms and twisted drums When you are young There is nothing right and nothing wrong You will play in the maze ’Til your mother she calls you away
