Madrigal music is playing,
Voices can faintly be heard,
Please leave this patient undisturbed."
Sentenced to drift far away now,
Nothing is quite what it seems ,
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.

                                     -- "Entangled" (Genesis, 1976)

Clothes of brass and hair of brown
Seldom need to breathe
Don't need no wings to fly
A heart of stone, a fear of fire and water
Who am I?

I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show

The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change

Take that look of worry
I'm an ordinary man

I think I'm at peace now
But of nothing am I certain
Only which way will the wind blow next time?

Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since you've been gone

Yes Match of the Day is
The only way
We spend our Saturday

I will make my bed, she said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her Cinema show?
Cinema show?

I sit on the land, I look up at the old tree
The tree is so old it has lost its shape
I walk on the ancient road, the road is very desolate
No one comes and no one goes

A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
And the days only knew strife to tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword

Oh she made everything feel right
She came in like an angel,
Into your lonely life
And filling your world with light

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Scenes of unimportance like photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life

When I'd led her through the people,
The angry noise began to grow.
She said, "Let me feel the way the breezes blow,
And I'll show you where to go."

What mean the dreams night after night.
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quite long enough.

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