Secret Child - Marc Almond

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