Tra ra la.
Tra ra la...

It is mine.
It is mine...

When I was so much younger
I tried to date girls...

It is not the amount of time
and it isn't the quantity...

I put the child on the bike.
I walk along side of the child...

What is it that makes us
what we are and how are we...

While wondering through life
we can meet friends along the way...

I dreamed that I was alone, again,
and you was not real...

I give do you accept?
Would you rather take...

Some threads take a needle
and some threads are shaped...

Did I forget to say hello to you today?
You were my friend yesterday...

I write the lines
but who writes me...