That dripping faucet is killing me but i can't
move. Im still asleep and thinking of those
dreamy hollow nights. Who were they to say what
was wrong or right? We knew we had something
then. What its like to be young. What its like to
have something so strong. Go ahead and ask me how
long I can keep this up. Oh yeah, I though
forever. Divine was I inside and out. Imagination
and creative wealth but all the time a stranger to
myself. What its like to be young. What its like
to have somethign so strong. So inoccent, so
confident, a sugar-coated essence kissed by a
grain of salt. Regression to ignorance sounds
like bliss to me but Im looking back. This time
I'll find my own. I've played this tune so many
times i know I'll find my way back home. Divine
am I inside and out but all the time just a
stranger to myself.