I know a song you used to sing

I know a thing you used to say you loved

I know what you are thinking of

I know it's sad, but most of all – I know it's true



Don't hang yourself on what they said

When you were everybody's scapegoat

It's such a very thin, thin line

Between your bad days and your fine



I'll stare into the sun until I see you

Reach your loveful hands down to me

Sunshine in armour made of words

I'll stare into the sun until it hurts