Copyright Richard Chirgwin. Really. This is all my own work, and my brain imagines a tune that I can't sing. Brains are shit that way. As are voices, and skill on the guitar when your arthritic fingers fear a difficult chord.
Child (a lyric without a song)
Should I decide that I
Don't like the rules of time,
Don't want to grow into,
Someone I never knew:
This happy haze would be
The perfect place for me.
If I could find the key,
Then I would never leave.
I am a child, I am a child.
I have denied
The march of time.
The years, the tears go rolling by.
They are not mine,
I am a child
(Inside).
Your skin is warming me.
This promise, we believe,
This universe will bend,
This hour will never end.
We'll shed these scales tonight.
Our skins will shine so bright,
We will out-glow the stars,
Become: supernovas.
I am a child, I am a child.
I have denied
The march of time.
The years, the tears go rolling by.
They are not mine,
I am a child.
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