The Great Below

STILLE RUNAWAY

[Written by Elf – 12 October 2008]

The moon is up the stars are bright
And phantom figures run
The darkness is their playground
Where they can hide from the sun

With powder smiles and bicycles
They descend to the great below
Where a fragile gypsey Desert Rose
Meets the restless soul of a Scarecrow

They live their lives in monochrome
In shades of black and grey
If only the world was colour blind
They would not have fallen prey

But I see you as you see me
The tongue we speak is exactly the same
You were a stranger that crossed my path
But somehow you allready knew my name

I need you to promise me
You’ll keep on holding on
To be the best that you can be
Until this race is won

The moon is up the stars are bright
And phantom figures understand
That friendship is…

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