(berenyi)
Tiny children on their own, they learn so fast
how to make new friends, how to play their new games
I remember a man he had shiny hair
always hanging around when you went away
Little eight year old, she knows too many secrets
much too young to understand what it means
I remember a woman with silver hair
and the smell and the taste of the bed we shared
And that's how i behaved
every time that you went away
and now, though i'm older nothing's changed
(playing the same games)
And i knew every day
came a chance that you'd leave me
so i found what i could to take your place
Told me not to cry
said that i'd survive
as he waved goodbye
And i want to try
not to make you cry
want us to survive
never say goodbye
But that's how i behave when you go away
because though i'm older nothing's changed
(playing the same games)
And i know every day
there's a chance that you'll leave me
so i find what i can to take your place