Water tumble and swirl
Blue balloon, funny bird
Me and June on the stair,
not a care in the world
If I could just stop thinking
about the brown haired boy,
Who danced with us a while in '95
Who used to punch the black keys
on 'My Funny Valentine'
Now we're all abandoned, boy
It sends a shiver running down my spine
Such a beautiful day,
all the years washed away
I breathe as deep as I can
But I can't make it fade
The brutal way that fate played
with the brown haired boy
The way I can't accept that seasons change
He always ran so fast,
but I was just a step behind
Said he was looking for the truth
The truth must be impossible to find
And the sound is in the air
It could come from anywhere
Don't analyse or compare,
just keep it ringing there
I see you on the stair,
your brown and curly hair
I guess I should have been there
But I really tried, I swear
And who can make a difference
to the brown haired boy
When seven years inside is not enough
People tell him 'You're not who you where,
now what's your name?'
Every day is just the same,
everything is different again