Eloy

Madhouse

Eloy


Madhouse, isolation 
Madhouse, in desolation 
A house of silence during the day, 
Seems bewitching 
How everyone stays away, no-one dare go near 
Madhouse, night-time nearing 
Madhouse, lights appearing 
They're turning night into day 
Freak musicians 
Smoke, drifting slowly away with the music 
Maybe all the people on the outside looking in 
Don't understand the life that's there inside is not all sin 
Musicians make their music, smoke, make love, so if that's bad, 
Who outside could claim that they've got happiness like that?