In this place
There's a wounded hand
Felt a chain
Where the links met up
Round a name
In the faceless age
Cursed and pained

And your windowpane
As the lake
From one hundred friends
Wave them home
As the childhood ends

Turn it fast
As one mild day steals
Someone's soul
Into 20 years
In spirit they've vanished
And I'll show you why

They'll make you take elderly paths by this time
If we would just dump it in the sea and fly
It's hard to just kiss our child games goodbye