:: Que...stress ::

Many's the time I ran with you down the rainy roads of our old town

Many the lives we lived in each day and buried altogether

Don't laugh at me, don't look away

You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes

And on your own bedshaped and legs of stone

You'll knock on my door and up we'll go

In white light, I don't think so

But what do I know? What do I know?

I know you think I'm holding you down

And I've fallen by the wayside now

And I don't understand the same things as you

But I do