I cut my hair, the tips that you liked curlying around your fingers while you sang are now gone. I painted it with sunshine rays, To surround me with all the light I've been needing since the last time I got blinded by yours. And that flock of hair that was shorter from that time I accidentally burned it trying to light you a cigarrette, the one that made me smile with its stubborness to stay still, the one that reminded me of our first night, it has growned.