Cell 151
Steve Hackett
Letra

Álbum: Highly Strung ( 1982)

My lucky number is on a prison door
And it's found on everything I wear
And I've got to get away
From 151
Cell 151
Sharing with me is a man who shot his wife
And I'm afraid to fall asleep at night
Cell 151
Hear me when i cry
I can't see the sky
Too much time
I left the world behind
And it makes me sad
Thinking about the past feeling bad
I know I've been blind
All I need is a space to unwind
But I can't stay
In 151