the night is bright and cold
and i am feeling old.
cos i am filling my head
with scenes from the past.

the night is dark and warm
and something’s doing me harm
maybe the sad books on the shelf
and the woe of looking at myself

cos the nights always end up sad
though i thought my youth would last
how i really wanted to be young
young in the head that now’s dead.

i wish i was the boy in the middle of the sun
i wish i was the one to make your heart sigh
i wish i was the sun.