Marc Almond Secret Child
He lives inside me Secret....small...intrusive Sometimes he steals My dreams Closing my eyes, I see him Running, falling on a beach Where the sea is always blue He collects the sea shells To build me castles in the air And offer me wondrous journeys He lives inside me Secret....small...intrusive Sometimes he steals My dreams His hair curly, and so soft His two hands just like yours No longer release what they hold He brings me back to my springtime And just the same as when you're glad His eyes become colours of flowers He lives inside me Secret....small...intrusive Sometimes he steals My dreams He lives inside me Secret....small...intrusive Sometimes he steals My dreams But when my eyes Are sparkling from The burning salts of sorrow His become the black of the lost I think he often sees this state And from the deep within myself Splashes the laughter of the child He lives inside me Secret....small...the child The child.....I will never....have from you
