When we got to Boston There was a TV in the room You were glowing Purple, green, red, black and blue And the light
In the night Slammed the door
And when we went downtown All the babies laughed, clapped at our jokes And when the doctor Called it off you ran straight through the snow Shut your eyes to see But you didnÂŽt see me
Down in the dark halls We knew that the stark walls said it all And for the first time I found the lines to a childhood memory: "We have a choice To breathe And itÂŽs gonna be me"
And you may think you lost it Take away Yes you may think you lost it DonÂŽt even wonder anymore Erase your mind, turn round and slowly walk away Slam the door
And you may think you lost it Take away Yes you may think you lost it DonÂŽt even wonder anymore Erase your mind, turn round and slowly walk away Slam the door