Where are the days, the childish ways?
They can’t be far behind me
She once lived here, my old friend fear
Ceaselessly to remind 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 earth 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