Suede - When you are young
So softly you’ll runFrom the sound of your brother’s gunBut you know it’s not just a gameIn the brambles you’ll hide’Til the caretaker comes outsideAnd everyone calls your nameWhen you are youngThere are bottled blooms and twisted drumsWhen you are youngThere is nothing right and nothing wrongYou will play in the maze’Til your mother she calls you awayAnd we’ll scratch in the dirtWhere the bones are picked clean by birdsAnd the clouds are out of reachAnd you’ll twist in his fistAs Persephone blows a kissAnd you hide yourself under the sheetsWhen you are youngThere are bottled blooms and twisted drumsWhen you are youngThere is nothing right and nothing wrongYou will play in the maze’Til your mother she calls you away