It's raining tonightnAnd the smell of the breeze through my windownOh it reminds me of when I was a child, ohnAm I lying just awakenI close my eyes, it's like I'm almost therenThings felt like magic thennnAnd I think (and I think)nAnd I think to myselfnIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenEveryday it seems more like all magic's behind menIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threennIt was simple back thennLooking out of this same windownOh, back when I was a childnBefore my friends past awaynBefore my trust had to be earnednAnd that first drink that lasted ten yearsnnAnd I think (and I think)nAnd I think to myselfnIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenEveryday it seems more like all magic's behind menIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threennSummer days lying in the grassnThe world seemed bigger thennI can never find a word for that feeling until she told me her namenIt's what perfect means to menShe smiled at me last nightnRubbing her finger in the palm of her handnThat's when I knew that I was dreamingnI can't dream anymorennIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenEveryday it seems more like all magic's behind menIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenLike twenty threenIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenEveryday is seems more like all magic's behind menIf I knew my father then I would asknIf it felt like this at twenty threenHey eh eh...