It looks like that I have a version that slightly differ in lyrics. Anyway, here they are:
Seventy-four, seventy-five
he's getting used to it now
how each one falls away in that hoary light
And they have gone, gone from the edge
gone from the guards and their hands
Was no different today than in years gone by
But he won't come out to light
with his hands so thin and white
Gone from the edge, then he is gone from your eyes
as that splintering wave takes so many lives
Even the hands are gripping the edge of such a waste
Every angel looks dead, every face a lie
But you won't come out tonight
with your hands so thin and white, alive
Seventy-four, seventy-five
Daddy, come back to me now
I would beat them away
I would pull you out
I have washed every cinder from your eyes
and with silver and gold I would adorn you
I'll let it all come out tonight
when they pull me out alive, alive
It looks like that I have a version that slightly differ in lyrics. Anyway, here they are:
Seventy-four, seventy-five he's getting used to it now how each one falls away in that hoary light
And they have gone, gone from the edge gone from the guards and their hands Was no different today than in years gone by
But he won't come out to light with his hands so thin and white
Gone from the edge, then he is gone from your eyes as that splintering wave takes so many lives Even the hands are gripping the edge of such a waste Every angel looks dead, every face a lie
But you won't come out tonight with your hands so thin and white, alive
Seventy-four, seventy-five Daddy, come back to me now I would beat them away I would pull you out
I have washed every cinder from your eyes and with silver and gold I would adorn you I'll let it all come out tonight when they pull me out alive, alive