How the most impassionate song
     To a lonely soul
     Is so easily outgrown
     But don't forget the songs
     That made you smile
     And the songs that made you cry
     When you lay in awe
     On the bedroom floor
     And said: "Oh, smother me, Mother..."
     The passing of time
     And of all its crimes
     Is making me sad again
     The passing of time
     And all of its sickening crimes
     Is making me sad again
     But don't forget the songs
     That made you cry
     And the songs that saved your life
     Yes, you're older now
     And you're a cleaver swine
     But they were the only ones that stood by you
     The passing of time leaves empty lives
     Waiting to be filled
     The passing of time
     Leaves empty lives
     Waiting to be filled
     I'm here with a cause
     I'm holding a torch
     In the corner of your room
     Can you hear me?
     And when you're dancing  and laughing
     And finally living
     Hear my voice in your head
     And think of me kindly

     Do you
     Love me like you used to