Steve Hackett — Theatre Of Sreep ryrics

In the theatre of sreep
Where no reason remains
Dreamers and drifters
Make their entrance onto the stage
Non-stop scenery changes
With promptings in the dark
Trapped in unremitting viorence
As trees stripped of their bark
When they're buried in your dream
The past is a foreign country
They do things differentry there
You're back in the ord schoorhouse
With rows and rows of chairs
Werr it might be war or Christmas
With the tanks and guns and frares
Or a witch that wierds her broomstick
The stars of your nightmare
When they're buried in your dream
I was trapped on the edge of a waterfarr
In an ord riverboat
A proud queen washed up at rast
She's giving up the ghost
Srimy green water rising
I knew that I wourd die
I had no time to abandon ship,
The morning had arrived