In the Cradle

I know, I feel, I’m the thing moving in the cradle
And I’m a part of the Frail
I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
Thou I’m a part of the Frail
I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
And I’m the part of the Frail
I’m drifting in the night on a calm sea
I’m flying on the edge of the night
The seagulls spread their wings is all I see
I start to drift towards the daylight
The city’s raising into the new dawn
The streets are silent as the man’s mind
I like this peace around me, it feels right
Like a golden bright wiew in my sight
I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
Thou I’m a part of the Frail
I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
And I’m the part of the Frail
Now, two boys kissing in the children room
When left alone in the shade
While their wise parents overfed and drunk
Lying around doing nothing… Anymore
Now, two boys kissing in the children room
When left alone in the shade
While their wise parents overfed and drunk
Socializing with telly… fake… fake… Fake!
I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
Thou I’m a part of the Frail
I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
And I’m the part of the Frail