I know a song you used to sing
I know a thing you used to say you loved
I know what you are thinking of
I know it's sad and most of all
I know it's true
Don't hang yourself on what they said
When you were everybodys 'scape-goat
It's such a very thin thin line
Between your bad days and your fine
I'll stare into the sun until i see you
Reach your level hands down to the leaves
Some shinning armor made of words
I'll stare into the sun until it hurts