Listen
Sometimes just-
When I think of other things
Other things
Think about
I still-
When I think of all the things my mother said
When I think of all the feelings I hid from her
Oh, in many, many ways, I'm still a young boy
Waiting patiently for 4 PM
But I loved her
With my last breath
And I loved her with a love that was strong as death
And I loved her
When she was unkind
And I loved her, I loved her, a dangerous mind
Sometimes when I look up at the sky
She leads me on
She still leads me on
Sometimes when I stare up at the ceiling
She leads me on
She still leads me on
I wonder if her touch will ever fade
Is she waiting in the garden for us to play?
Yes, in many many ways I'm still a young boy
With all those questions in my petrol-blue eye
But I loved her
With my last breath
And I loved her with a love that was strong as death
And I loved her
When she was unkind
And I loved her, I loved her, with a dangerous mind
Sometimes when I look up at the sky
She leads me on
She still leads me on
Sometimes, oh when I just feel like screaming
She leads me on
She still leads me on
Sometimes when I don't know what is mine
She leads me on
She still leads me on
Sometimes when I can't control my feelings
She leads me on
She still leads me on
One, two!
Sometimes when I look up at the sky
She leads me on
She still leads me on