Tidy Up Your Playthings

Primakova

Walking through fields in winter
Cold breath in the air
The thorny gap where
The path that leads to the river
Crosses over the lea
And then heads out to the sea
When the fading light mutates into night
And you can’t go home because you’ve got no home
And every small decree tastes like victory

Surviving the heat of the summer
It’s a special event
No malicious intent
Everyone seems to grow younger
Freshly enrolled
In the school for the old
Like the sun at dawn when the dark’s withdrawn
And the sky’s like rust and the world wakes up
With the shepherds warned of the coming storm

(Chorus)
Tidy up your playthings
Put your toys back in the box
You’re claiming success
Oh, but what a cost
So many horrors seen and done
Private battles lost and won
But it’s over now

I’d like to renew our friendship
If you really don’t mind
And you are so inclined
I really don’t need that guilt trip
There’s no need to ask
When it lives in the past
When the fading light mutates into night
And you can’t go home because you’ve got no home
And every small decree tastes like victory