Start with a sketch, start it small,
A splash of golden paint on the wall,
A great sea of faces I've never known,

Who's features stopped growing a long time ago.

They grew up, they grew old,

They grew past the stage of doing what they were told,
But you think I'm so naive.
I can stand on my own two feet.


All of your words are filled with doubt,
Just trip me up and claw me out,

And you'll be disappointed with what you'll find.
No secrets, just me, myself and I.


Cos you grew up, you grew old,
You grew past the stage of doing what you were told,
Now I'm grown up too.

You're scared cos I remind you of you.

I'm still going to make you proud,

But I can't count my age on my fingers now,
So I'll make you proud the way I know how.


I grew up, I grew old,
I grew past the stage of doing what I was told,
But you think I'm so naive.

I can stand on my own two feet.