Many's the time I ran with you down,
The rainy roads of your old town,
Many the lives we lived in each day,
And buried altogether,

Don't laugh at me,
Don't look away,

You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes,
And on your own,
Bedshaped,
In legs of stone,
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go,
In white light,
I don't think so,
But what do I know,
What do I know,
I know,

I know you think I'm holding you down,
And I've fallen by the wayside now,
And I don't understand the same things as you,
But I do,

Don't laugh at me,
Don't look away,

You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes,
And on your own,
Bedshaped,
In legs of stone,
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go,
In white light,
I don't think so,
But what do I know,
What do I know,
I know...

atte. Greg...