Where are the days, the childish ways?
They can't be far behind me
She once lived here, my old friend fear
Ceaselessly to remi - ind me
Yes
Yes, I-
Yes, I hear
you!
You may not hear the words I hear
But rambling is her song
So I translate, I fly, I skate
Where child of sky and ear- th belongs
Yes
Yes, I-
Yes, I hear
you!
I find that I don't do so well
With the words that hide from me
But the ones that introduce themselves
Say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things
to me
You may not feel the burning sweat
But a fire is raging inside her
It's burning through the black and blue
Searing through all that I call mine
Yes
Yes, I-
Yes, I feel
you!
And I find that I don't do so well
With the words that hide from me
But the ones that introduce themselves
Say a thousand things to me
Say a thousand things
to me