Blind Curve Lyrics - Marillion

(fish / marillion) 

A) vocal under a bloodlight 

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable 

A lonely piece of action from another town 

I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely 

Can't you stay away? 

Just leave me alone with my thoughts 

Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself 

B) passing strangers 

Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights 

Cold moan, held on the crest of the night 

I'm too tired to fight 

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables 

Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers 

All those passing strangers 

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies 

Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper 

C) mylo 

Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down 

And we sat and we cried on the phone 

I never felt so alone 

He was the first of our own 

Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity 

Some of us go down in a haze of publicity 

The price of infamy, the edge of insanity 

Another holiday inn, another temporary home 

And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone 

'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.' 

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain 

And he looked out the window and it started to rain 

I thought maybe I've already gone crazy 

So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door 

And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor 

Inviting me to a casual obscenity 

D) perimeter walk 

It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here 

All the collisions 

Wasted, I've never been so wasted 

I've never been this far out before 

Perimeter walk 

There's a presence here 

I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical 

There's a presence 

A childhood, my childhood 

My childhood, childhood 

A misplaced childhood 

My childhood, a misplaced childhood 

Give it back to me, give it back to me 

A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood 

Oh please give it back to me 

E) threshold 

I saw a war widow in a launderette 

Washing the memories from her husband's clothes 

She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat 

A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes 

I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns 

Trying to pick up a war 

They're going to even the score 

Oh... I can't take any more 

I see black flags on factories 

Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor 

I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways 

Does anybody care, I can't take any more! 

Should we say goodbye? 

Hey 

I see priests, politicians? 

The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags 

I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam 

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye 

How can we justify? 

They call us civilised!