Rotating Crib Toy: Chapter VI Songtext
von The Postman Syndrome

Oh no, not again

One day I came to a trembling shadow
Beneath my eyes he seemed to smile

Then wouldn′t you know, an arm came up and grabbed a hold of my little wrist
The arm was old, and there seemed to be something all too familiar about this

Then I recalled a voice saying "don't be afraid
The day will come when you don′t recognize your very own face
But you can't let it go, you must give it away
And it's on your own shoulders that this burden must be placed"


"Little boy you will grow old"
"If I′m lucky, so I′m told"
"Are you afraid to let go?"
"It's beautiful how little you know

Actually, I′ve been holding something I've been meaning to give to you
Because it′s your turn to know who you are and where I am, so I can forget you"

"Little boy what's this you say?
You act as if you′ve known of this day
And why do I remember your face?"

I said, "now I know I can never truly leave this place
I'm sorry that I must do this to you
But you asked, and so you have now chosen to be the boy you hold for a while
So look harder at me into my eye"
Then I heard him cry "oh no"