The Child Lyrics - Gatsby's 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