Down To The Ark

The dreams in the doll’s house,

Start to flicker and fade,

Confused in the half light,

It’s the twilight parade,

And All my friends say:

Get down to the ark

Get there before darkness,

Get down to the ark

Or they’ll keep us apart

The phantoms are flying,

On skeletal wings,

Red Riding Hood’s crying,

Like a sweet violin,

The stadium’s full of

These voices that say:

Get down to the ark

Get there before darkness,

Get down to the ark

Or they’ll keep us apart

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Orient Pacific Music