Oh, I used to be short. Put my feet in my shoes. I look like a strong man. I was in my own land. Rising up from the mud. The energy in my blood. It was all an illusion. It was my solution.But I was not that high. It was my life. I said high, high, high, high. But that pain in my eyes. Oh, I wanted to keep it out. Oh, I wanted to work it out. But it didn't work at all, my darling.Why did I take that train? Why did I wave my hand? Why so many goodbyes? And that pain in my eyes.But I was not that high. It was my life. I said high, high, high, high. But that pain in my eyes. Oh, I wanted to keep it out. Oh, I wanted to work it out. But it didn't work at all, my darling.Oh, I wanted to work it out. But it didn't work at all, my darling. Why did I take that train? Why did I wave my hand? Why so many goodbyes? And that pain in my eyes.Oh, I wanted to keep it out. Oh, I wanted to work it out. But it didn't work at all, my darling.*