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, but most of all – I know it's true Don't hang yourself on what they said When you were everybody's scapegoat 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 loveful hands down to me Sunshine in armour made of words I'll stare into the sun until it hurts