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