Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how to paint? To paint, today Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how Mrs. Stadler, your hair is turning gray I heard about your cells today I didn't want to leave that way, oh, oh, oh If you see me again, will you still be my friend? Why must we grow older, older? And when we meet again, just after freedom ends When the world is almost over, over Will everything still be the same? (Bum, bum, bum...) I come in peace To drink your wine And find myself in photographs We're all crossing The starting line It hurts my back to think of it I wanna leave This place and time Mrs. Stadler taught me to paint She taught me to live my own way I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say But your life will happen anyway, oh, oh Mrs. Stadler taught me to paint She taught me to live my own way I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say But your life will happen anyway, oh, oh