Where are the days, the childish ways? They can't be far behind me She once lived here, my old friend fear Ceaselessly to remind me Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you You may not hear the words I hear But rambling is her song So I translate, I fly, I skate Where child of sky and earth belongs Yes, Yes I, Yes I hear you I find that I don't do so well With the words that hide from me But the ones that introduce themselves Say a thousand things to me Say a thousand things to me You may not feel the burning sweat But a fire is raging inside her It's burning through the black and blue Searing through all that I call mine Yes, Yes I, Yes I feel you