When the Child Was a Child

All this time Every time You stared into the far away To see where all that endless gray Met the flat roofs of the city At some sort of crossroads There I hide By your side In times when hope was way across The field of all your unborn thoughts And seeking for my silent Approbation was a lonely game to play (When the child was a child) x4 Sometimes I scream so loudly That you hear a little whisper When you mute your television To embrace the colors waiting on the walls I watched your seeds Turn to deeds And then the slowly spreading rust A thousand years had turned to dust Scattered all across the timeless Universe of those who don't forget Sometimes I scream so loudly That you hear a little whisper When you mute your television To embrace the colors waiting on the walls Sometimes I scream so loudly That you hear a little whisper When you mute your television To embrace the colors waiting on the walls