Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you
The public hungers to see talented young people kill themselves.
Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
If you'll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.