the night is bright and cold
 
 and i am feeling old.
 
 cos i am filling my head
 
 with scenes from the past.
 
  
  the night is dark and warm
 
 and something's doing me harm
 
 maybe the sad books on the shelf
 
 and the woe of looking at myself
  
 
 cos the nights always end up sad
 
 though i thought my youth would last
 
 how i really wanted to be young
 
 young in the head that now's dead.
  
 
 i wish i was the boy in the middle of the sun
 
 i wish i was the one to make your heart sigh
 
 i wish i was the sun.