Slogans - Steve Hackett

I feel like I've been the finest fool Hanging on by my fingertips The ground gives way beneath my feet A black cloud descends I lose my grip Buried in the mud L

Sugarplum fairies on parade The smiling dolls wield the sharpest blade Candyfloss pink the sequins whirl Beneath a serpent ready to uncurl A dealer playing with

Breathing in and out with tide Leaving the mantra of a world outside Faces bathed by moonbeams All the sleepers send you their dreams Rising from a wave of help

Lady of the mansion She gave me her key But your cotton print dress Worked its magic on me Still waters run deep Smoke rising from beneath White lightning in th

An open coast, an open road Spirit rising, burning gold I'll take you to the caverns Where the gypsies go They're dancing through the firelight Whirling fast an