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