Many’s the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried all together
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away

You’ll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped on legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?

… I know