i hear the sound, metal clashing from the swings at the end of my street
i hear the sound, birds from the tree across my window
i hear the sound kids laughing , screaming of joy.

i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound
*i used to be the sound of this strange strange world

your hands on my hips
and to the left my head tips
sweet acts of tenderness
gentle but firm
emotions are floating
i am letting go
im forgetting my past and ignoring my future
guiding your chin to my lips
using only my finger tips

My baby shows his love for me
Shares kisses hugs and dreams
My baby hides his fears from me
Never will i hear about the pain tho it seems
That everyday my baby's eyes get just a little darker
His smile fades and  i hear tales of "a friend" 's life getting harder.
I love my baby 'till the end
And never will i stop to wonder
If someday oneday hopefully,  he might show me all of his thunder.

I have strayed from what I am, what i was, what I used to be.
Looking in the mirror, but I don´t see the girl I left under the apple tree.
Same eyes, same nose but this is not me.
Untill my body is brought to the nation wide sea.
I will continue to aschew reality.
untill I find the by myself hidden  key.
not a single soul will truly know me.