Pick me up, put me down
Push me in, turn me round
Switch me on, let me go
I have a mind of my own
In hiding
Far from the city of night
And the factories of truth
I stand upon the mountain
A million miles from my home
And the faces of fear
I have freedom to think
In hiding
I may take off my clothes
That I wear on my face
I float upon a river
A million miles from the plains
That are piercing the clouds
I am lost in the beauty
In hiding
Pick me up, put me down
Push me in, turn me round
Switch me on, let me go
I have a mind of my own
I wish you were here...
In hiding
I lie silent at last
I am free from my past
I walk among the tall trees
This is beauty I know
I am in love with it all
I have freedom to love
In hiding
Pick me up, put me down
Push me in, turn me round
Switch me on, let me go
I have a mind of my own
- :
- Electricism
- Early
- Miscellaneous
- Calling All Stations
- We Cant Dance
- Invisible Touch
- Genesis
- Three Sides Live
- Abacab
- Duke
- And Then There Were Three
- Spot The Pigeon
- A Trick of the Tail
- Wind And Wuthering
- Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
- The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
- Selling England By The Pound
- Foxtrot
- Nursery Cryme
- Trespass