Lyrics This Strange Engine - Live - Marillion
There
was
a
boy
who
came
into
this
world
At
the
hands
of
a
holy
woman
in
a
holy
place
He
wore
a
red
coat
and
walked
a
bulldog
Saw
them
reflected
in
the
mirror
of
the
lakes
Lived
in
the
shadow
of
the
mountains
With
the
smells
of
disinfectant,
dusty
old
leather
And
the
polished
wood
of
his
bed
No
more
than
a
baby
feeding
swans
on
the
river
Holding
the
hands
of
his
mother
And
the
wax
paper
bag
of
yesterday's
bread
And
his
father
on
the
other
side
of
the
world
On
the
ships
railings
and
some
far
away
tide
With
the
silent
dry
tear
of
home
thoughts
from
abroad
In
his
far
away
eyes
In
his
far
away
eyes
The
smell
of
the
wax
on
the
wooden
floor
Mixture
of
polish
and
soap
No
children
to
fear
or
to
play
with
Rows
of
empty
hooks
for
the
coats
An
upright
piano
and
the
boys
in
the
choir
Still
remind
him
of
just
before
he
was
born
Remind
him
of
just
before
he
was
breathing
Strange
misty
visions
of
God
Turn
the
cities
into
families
Into
villages
of
souls
Hovering
in
the
air
while
they're
sleeping
With
their
houses
invisible
Chase
the
moon
between
the
buildings
Running
as
fast
as
I
could
run
Send
to
me
the
ghosts
of
Christmas
Whispering,
"You're
the
only
one"
And
ever
since
I
was
a
boy
I
never
felt
that
I
belonged
Like
everything
they
did
to
me
Was
an
experiment
to
see
How
I
would
cope
with
the
illusion
In
which
direction
would
I
jump
Would
I
do
it
all
the
same
As
the
actors
in
the
game
Or
would
I
spit
it
back
at
them
And
not
get
caught
up
in
their
rules
And
live
according
to
my
own
And
not
be
used,
not
be
used
To
find
the
fundamental
truths
It
was
going
to
take
some
time
Thirty
five
summers
down
the
line
The
wisdom
of
each
passing
year
Seems
to
serve
only
to
confuse
Seems
to
serve
only
to
confuse
Daddy
came
out
the
navy
and
took
us
away
To
his
dirty
grey
home
town
And
he
worked
down
on
a
coal
mine
for
National
Service
So
that
he
could
be
around
There
was
a
magical
purple
in
the
chrome
of
the
exhaust
Of
his
Triumph
motor
bike
And
a
warmth
of
oil
and
metal
and
the
thrill
of
the
hard
corner
Holding
tight
From
the
horizon
Came
home
from
the
Navy
to
the
mine
From
the
horizon
To
buried
alive
Took
his
dream
underground
Buried
his
treasure
in
his
faraway
eyes
And
one
day
as
the
boy
lay
sleeping
in
the
sunshine
Of
a
half
remembered
afternoon
A
cloud
of
bees
with
no
particular
aim,
and
no
brain
Found
the
boy,
decided
that
his
time
had
come
Came
down
out
of
the
sky
Stung
him
in
the
face
Again
and
again
Blue
pain
Screaming
like
baptism
Intravenous,
Jesus!
Like
being
chosen
Blue
pain
from
something
with
no
brain
I
can't
explain
It's
happening
again
It's
happening
again
Oh
Mummy,
Daddy,
will
you
sit
a
while
with
me
Oh
Mummy,
Daddy,
will
you
jog
my
memory
Tell
me
tall
tales
of
Montego
Bay
Table
mountain,
flying
fish,
banana
spiders,
pots
of
paint
And
the
sun
on
the
equator
Setting
like
an
ember
thrown
to
deep
water
From
crimson
to
black
But
coming
back
Tomorrow
On
the
horizon
The
blue
pain
Fades
to
a
point
where
it
doesn't
fade
It
stayed
Blue
Stirred
his
red
coat
heart
to
this
strange
engine
This
love
This
love
This
inconvenient,
blind,
blood-diamond
This
puzzle
I
don't
understand
That
knows
no
faith
And
tries
and
fails
And
tries
again
Stares
at
the
sea
The
night's
dark
deep
For
one
last
time
And
bleeds
And
bleeds
And
dies
for
you
And
lies
And
is
to
blame
And
is
ashamed
And
is
not
the
same
And
is
true
And
is
true
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.