You made me older than my years I am young and barely grown And when I cry, I cry your tears for I have no life of my own.
Why don't you write me some candlelight and wear your heart of gold? and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years ''Til one day I shall wear midnight.
And if you should scream from your darkest dream and in a whisper you'll hear me call? And for a while I'll be sweet sixteen and I'll have no power at all.
Why don't you write me a moonlight night and wear your finest hour and I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years Til one day I shall wear midnight
I am young, you are old, but not heartless and cold
I am warm from the love that you've shown but you conjured me up from your hat full of dreams and you keep me in a world of your own
Why don’t you write me a guiding light and wear your heart’s desire And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day I shall wear midnight
And when you lay down on your final word, it will be no comfort to me. I have lived by the pen and I’ll die by the sword, when it’s time to set me free.
Why don’t you write me a gallant knight and wear your honour and sword And I will wear these Aching, heartbreaking years, ‘til one day I shall wear midnight
One day I shall wear midnight ‘Til one day we shall wear midnight