66 or 64
It doesn't really matter anymore
There's no more throwing sticks into the river
And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever
Just let go
Back then I was French and yet Chinese
I knew songs of bu*terflies and bees
But the poets k**ed the vipers and the songs
Chained the princess and carried her along
Just let go
I remember all the songs
Well, that was right and this is wrong
I would really like to sing along
But I won't try as giants have no tongue
It was all a bluff I guess
All things have to end I guess
Just let go
In this one enchanted place
We're back where we began...