I don't believe in fairy tales
Now that I've seen behind the veil
No pot of gold, no man upstairs
Just piles of bills and unanswered prayers
I was a kid once
I was a kid once
But kids grow up
They ask their silly questions
Till they know too much
Would I want to give
To lift back them
Bright-eyed and easy
Naive again
She came my way
One bright spring day
A picnic bench
A red bouquet
No wedding bell
No big parade
The flowers died
I cried and cried
I cried and cried
I was a kid once
But kids grow up
They ask their silly questions
Till they know too much
No getting back
That innocence
When love was easy
Naive again
Naive again
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
And we'll wish we were naive again
And we'll wish we were naive again
