When I was a little boy
I stole a red delicious
Then the facts become fictitious
So easily

I used to be in love with love
And there’s no cure for that sickness
And though you called me as a witness
I held my peace

I never think I understood
The beauty of the silence
And it left me with a blindness
I cannot hide

These days I look into the mirror
I see an apparition
Still haunted by the fiction
Of what might have been

So if it's time to bid you all adieu
And you have watched my days fading like a photo
The snow tonight will make the world brand new
And in a short time this will be a long long time ago

Now you leave me counting days
That we’re not given as a promise
Yet I must confess a fondness
For this life

I’ll leave it to philosophers
To play with their illusions
For I have found my absolution
And I am free

So if it's time to bid you all adieu
And you have watched my days fading like a photo
The snow tonight will make the world brand new
And in a short time this will be a long, long time ago
And I will have no more memories of tomorrow