The Child - Gatsbys American Dream

Glorious light covers him tonight

Him, unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping

The rest of us dying and waiting for him to grow old

Old enough to save us, old, yeah, so save us, save us

(So save us)

Glorious light covers him tonight

One hundred twenty volts wired straight to his soul

(Straight to his soul)

But beyond the hills a shadow is falling through

The valley of ashes where death meets destruction

Oh yeah, so lead us, lead us

(So lead us)

The reign of death will die and we will strike

Keeping on his perseverance merits preservation

Our enemies sails will hang on broken masts

And their tackle will be rendered useless, rendered useless

Sometimes it takes the mind of a child to overcome

If it’s what you’ve found, trust what you see.

Ask, is there something wrong with this picture?

And take it over