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