Lyrics Three Blind Mice - Will Knox
Running
for
the
hills
Running
for
his
life
Like
three
blind
mice
from
a
butchers
knife
Each
and
every
night
Haunting
sights
from
childhood
eyes
To
Dali
landscapes
running
wild
The
memories
dreams
can
find
He
protects
his
bones
with
sticks
and
stones
But
who
can
fight
The
thoughts
that
bruise
the
mind
Throwing
punches
in
his
sleep
He's
paralyzed
from
fist
to
feet
Shaking
in
his
sheets
In
broken
words
he
tries
to
speak
His
tongue
tied
in
straight
jacket
sleeves
Silence
drowns
his
screams
He
protects
his
bones
with
sticks
and
stones
But
who
can
fight
The
thoughts
that
bruise
the
mind
1 The Matador & The Acrobat I
2 Buckled Knees
3 A Painted Smile
4 Three Blind Mice
5 Belly of the Beast
6 Footprints on the Moon
7 The Matador & The Acrobat II
8 Crocodile
9 Heart Strings
10 Cog in the Machine
11 Immigrant Hands
12 Never Letting Go
13 The Circus Absurd
14 The Matador & The Acrobat III
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