Marbles 3 Lyrics - Marillion

III 

There were almost four hundred until the black day 

I discovered how high they would fly to the sky 

If you used them for tennis instead of a ball.. 

Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate 

Whacked with a racket up into the blue 

I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate 

And a crowd formed a queue at the gate..