Nooooooooooo!
I have tried so many times,
when I have written my songs,
put together words and took up a song for you.
Your little sister Lisa,
she got her own way,
a winter night when the snow fell on our house.
But Jenny had the song,
the song I promised you the first time,
when you were five and ran to get it in your snout.
And now I have found the melody,
in the song that will be yours.
And when I sing it, I can see how you dance.
A song about everything that life gives,
and everything beautiful that they say.
And now I have found the melody,
in the song that will be yours.
I say as the sand,
the whole your glass runs.
I notice how a word disappears when you are twelve,
and has grown up and become your real self.
And it feels like I have woken up,
from a dream where I have missed.
Something important that you have when you are a child.
Maybe excitement and fantasy,
or the feeling of being free.
All that, as you say, becomes difficult to keep.
But I have found the melody,
in the song that will be yours.
And when I sing it, I can see how you dance.
A song about everything that life gives,
and everything beautiful that they say.
And it becomes, in a song about life, you.
And I have found the melody,
in the song that will be yours.
And when I sing it, I can see how you dance.
A song about everything that life gives,
and everything beautiful that they say.
And it becomes, in a song about life, you.