I remember walking home with my father from the station Hand in hand, and all alone in silent frustration And the words he said to me just drifted away in the wind Like this memory, like the photographs in my father's house
I don't want to be faded skin I don't want to fade out I want to fade in I want to fade in
Can you see me? I can't see myself Can you hear me? I can hardly hear myself And I don't want to be a faded memory All I want is to be me
I don't want to be faded skin I don't want to fade out I want to fade in I want to fade in