I want to dedicated this to Piotr Gorzkowski
Because he was the man that brought Marillion to Poland
And introduced me to you
P.K. this is yours
This is Misplaced Childhood

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel joke

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred
A refugee, refugee
(Safe in the sanctuary, oh so safe)