I started as a boy
I ended as a ghost
things you'll never know
we flew over the seas
to find a better way
but came back with nothing
he never jumped a fence
although he never tried
tears rolled down their eyes
theres no action to proclaim
the week is now a day
I'd rather be sound than safe
take me to a noisy place
my beach is full of gold
castles till the end
carpets warm and old
I'm dreaming of the days
the days have come to pass
the past can never last
so tired of the times
everything has gone
let me be alone
there's no action to proclaim
the week is now a day
I'd rather be sound than safe
take me to a noisy place
seasons come seasons change I will follow
seasons come seasons change I will follow