From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded bởi what I know now
Where has my tim, trái tim gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my tim, trái tim gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Where has my tim, trái tim gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
And where has my tim, trái tim gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
My god, I ask
How can bạn do this?
bạn made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant
In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there
I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to bạn but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And bạn are
Nostalgic while bạn are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while bạn weren't looking
And bạn are
Nostalgic while bạn are still living this
And you're sure
This is how bạn know you're living
