Go back eight years; you're sixteen What do you see? What do you
Feel? A classroomYesand what are they whispering? They're whispering
About you? Why? Laughing, no, no, go back eight years You're eight,
Where are you? In your bedroom? Yes, in your bedroom Shadows? Shadows
Touching you, your head forced to one side Tell me about the black dog
And tell me no, no, go back eight years What do you see? What do you
Feel? And you don't want the white light, why? Why? No, no, go back a
Hundred, two hundredFIVE hundred years What do you see? What do you
Feel? Your hands are tied, yes, and they're throwing things Fire,
You're burning, you're burning No, go back a thousandA million
Years What do you see? What do you feel? Nothing, nothing at all
Tell me, is it better that way?