A sad fact widely known

How the most impassionate song

To a lonely soul

Is so easily outgrown

But don't forget the songs

That made you smile

And the songs that made you cry

When you lay in awe

On the bedroom floor

And said: "Oh, smother me, Mother..."

The passing of time

And of all its crimes

Is making me sad again

The passing of time

And all of its sickening crimes

Is making me sad again

But don't forget the songs

That made you cry

And the songs that saved your life

Yes, you're older now

And you're a cleaver swine

But they were the only ones that stood by you

The passing of time leaves empty lives

Waiting to be filled

The passing of time

Leaves empty lives

Waiting to be filled

I'm here with a cause

I'm holding a torch

In the corner of your room

Can you hear me?

And when you're dancing and laughing

And finally living

Hear my voice in your head

And think of me kindly



Do you

Love me like you used to