I've come a long way since you thought you knew me wellnHow could you know me when I didn't know myself?nA stranger in my own skin, a little boy just waitingnCan't grow up fast enough, can't get out fast enoughnnAnd sometimes when I crack, the animals are backnSometimes when I speak there's someone else inside of menAnd every now and then the kid comes back,nThis precious friend, he won't let gonI told you sonnHow can I let you in? How to describe this feeling?nI've left all words behind, I've thrown them in the rivernThe storm is gathering. I feel it in my skin.nI saw the moon go black, I felt my heart collapsennAnd sometimes when I crack, the animals are back againnAnd sometimes when I crash, I'm seeing colours not existingnAnd all the time I hear this little kid's voicenThere ain't no choice, he won't let gonI told you sonnAnd I wanted to stop the tapenI wanted to freeze the framenI saw it on TV; the bed's already made for menSo heaven, dress me in a white sheet, lay me in a rusty bednHeaven take the ceiling off menHelp me put the pieces back