So my childhood goes on the wings of the silence Of memory's treason, the true make believe Winter snow made of diamonds on the window sill Where I press my chin, Where I dreamed summer in So I could play half nude, like an Indian brave On a pony of gold, never taking a rest I ride but to save, my warriors, my west So my childhood goes, in the steam of the car games I dream of Charlotte Rousse, and other truths My mother plays Mahjong, my father plays cards, So distant, so wise, They look right through my eyes. So I block off my head, I pretend I'm a bird That's unseen and unheard, I have not said a word I might ride a train, it's bed time again So my childhood goes, with white gloves and bonnets Dissolved by my tears until its all gone How my anger grows how I hold my breath Against this family Always ready for death Always ready for grief, always ready for war I want so much to dance on the graves that they grow I would avenge like God, but how would they know My childhood explodes, scattering all toys And it smashes through walls, oh, with a beautiful noise There was the first boy the first boy that I knew And the first touch of flesh, It was life, it was love I wanted to fly, I swear that I flew! My heart glowed like the sun, the dark days became bright And then the war began, and here we are tonight