See the child With the golden hair Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside Do we know Can we understand just how he feels Or have we really tried? See him now As he stands alone And watches children play a children's game Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no See him stare Not recognizing the kind face That only yesterday he loved The loving face Of a mother who can't understand What she's been guilty of How she cried, tears of happiness The day the doctor told her it's a boy Now she cries tears of helplessness And thinks of all the things he can't enjoy Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Only he knows how to face the future hopefully Surrounded by despair He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy But surely you should care Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Oh no

I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but when you Claw me like a cat, I'm beaming I like the way you squeeze my hand Pulling me into another dream A lucid dream I'm getting lost in your curls I'm getting crushed out on the things That only I should see Not for boys, they're just for me Hurry to talk, from far away I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair When we're alone, I wanna say Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe Put on the dress that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there I'm getting lost in your curls I'm getting rushed back on a whim Our breaths get wind Back to the time when we were green I know we have changed But I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you Back to the time I touched your hair When I was so scared to look that mean, I think it's weird I'm getting lost in your curls I'm getting crushed out on the things That only I should see They're not for boys, they're just for me We're in the dark, from far away It's so hard for me Only to get the urge to kiss you there When we're alone, I wanna say Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe Put on the dress that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there Put on your dress that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your Blue eyeshadow It's not exactly blue no If you're to call it Anything but your blue.

Like an alabaster jar Every piece of who I am Laid before Your majesty I will bow my life At Your feet, at Your feet My lips, so lost for words Will kiss Your feet, kiss Your feet Oh, the gravity of You Draws my soul unto its knees I will never be the same I am lost and found in You