So softly you'll run
From the sound of your brother's gun
But you know it's not just a game
In the brambles you'll hide
'Til the caretaker comes outside
And everyone calls your name
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
And we'll scratch in the dirt
Where the bones are picked clean by birds
And the clouds are out of reach
And you'll twist in his fist
As Persephone blows a kiss
And you hide yourself under the sheets
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
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So softly you'll run
From the sound of your brother's gun
But you know it's not just a game
In the brambles you'll hide
'Til the caretaker comes outside
And everyone calls your name
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
And we'll scratch in the dirt
Where the bones are picked clean by birds
And the clouds are out of reach
And you'll twist in his fist
As Persephone blows a kiss
And you hide yourself under the sheets
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
From the sound of your brother's gun
But you know it's not just a game
In the brambles you'll hide
'Til the caretaker comes outside
And everyone calls your name
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
And we'll scratch in the dirt
Where the bones are picked clean by birds
And the clouds are out of reach
And you'll twist in his fist
As Persephone blows a kiss
And you hide yourself under the sheets
When you are young
There are bottled blooms and twisted drums
When you are young
There is nothing right and nothing wrong
You will play in the maze
'Til your mother she calls you away
Writer: Brett Anderson, Neil Codling
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management