I, I, I can still be
That, that kid
Let me hug you like that
Pull the ribbon back
Boy in bows
Is that what my cavity shows?
Through three holes
In a video

I’m starting to feel
How foolish I’ve been

As if it out slips and goes
All the life to live in
Let me be that kid

But even that sounds wrong, doesn’t it?
A completely normal reflex
Oh, try and describe it
A decade crisis
I wanna feed stale bread to swans
When love was a daydream in her lawn
I want bowls of coffee instant
Know my heart this very instant

I’m starting to feel
How foolish I’ve been

When my grandmother took my hand
Out on the streets of Compiègne
It was a contact tracing
Of what is life gracing
Oh, to be that kid

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh