I find myself in a frame of forgotten time Related to someone somewhere afar Sitting on a step Taking a rest and time Is come to count my days once more
Sit beside me hold me tight tight Sick i'm sick Take a look at the secrets inside you Feel the changes changes Sought after Fading fading Blushing faces around to bless you
l find myself walking on a ceiling It feels real Blushing faces hold me close beside you I'll fall it's the only thought on the way Then the sun comes across our faces
Here the streets are made of gold Here you never become old Here once again you're a child Here the flowers grow wild Here the streets are made of gold Here you never become old I Here once again you're a child Here the flowers grow wild