All the things that I needed Wasted my chances I have found myself wanting
When a mother and father Gave me their problems I accepted them all
Nothing ever expected I was rejected But I came back for more
And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles And my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs under the bed
I will stay in my own world Under the covers I will feel safe inside
The kiss that will burn me Cure me of dreaming I was always returning
And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save the child that I forgot And my ashes fade among the things unseen And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails... distant sails
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