«I am mine i am my own»
Said the ancients years ago
Apples and pears rotten lie
The eulogy itself can write
When i heard the man was dead i wondered
Do i have a hero that'll stay?
He said «i am mine and no others»
But i never planned to live that way
Cradled hands don't hide your calls
I hear them rolling in the walls
Calling out toward the wind
Asking how to begin again
If you're strange
Then i would love to meet you
I can't go on any other way
Been on my own too long to retreat
Yeah you're just getting too old to delay
But you say
«Soon i will be new
Soon soon
Soon i will be new
Soon»
And if you're strange
Then i would love to meet you
I can't go on any other way
Been on my own too long to retreat
And you're just getting too old to delay