Pictures At An Exhibition: Promenade Lyrics - In The Hot Seat - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Lead me from tortured dreams 

Childhood themes of nights alone, 

Wipe away endless years, 

Childhood tears as dry as stone. 

From seeds of confusion, 

Illusions darks blossoms have grown. 

Even now in furrows of sorrow 

The dance still is sung. 

My life's course is guided 

Decided by limits drawn 

On charts of my past days 

And pathways since I was born. 

I carry the dust of a journey 

That cannot be shaken away 

It lives deep within me 

For I breathe it every day. 

You and I are yesterday's answers, 

The earth of the past came to flesh, 

Eroded by Time's rivers 

To the shapes we now possess. 

Come share of my breath and my substance, 

And mingle our stream and our times. 

In bright, infinite moments, 

Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. 

Doubles faces dark defense 

Talk too loud but talk no sense 

Yeah I see those smiling eyes 

Butter us up with smiling lies 

Talk to creatures raise the dead 

Fate you know sure got fed 

Trained apart from houses of stone 

Hour of horses pick the bone 

Come forth, from love spire 

Born in life's fire, 

Born in life's fire. 

Come forth, from love's spire 

In the burning, all are yearning, 

For life to be. 

And the pain will (must) be gain, 

New life! 

Stirring in, salty streams 

And dark hidden seams 

Where the fossil sun gleams. 

They were, sent from (to) the gates 

Ride the tides of fate, 

Ride the tides of fate. 

They were, sent from (to) the gates 

In the burning of our yearning, 

For life to be. 

There's no end to my life, 

No beginning to my death 

Death is life!