In my childhood days, with my childish ways
Like a child I play, till I fall
Like a shot from a gun, with speed to pierce the sun
Like the shot I run, till I fall
Don't look back your days are numbered, time will be here soon
Don't forget your favorite weapon, keep it close to you
The wing"˜s as good as new, ignore the scars and glue
Fly high as you want to, till you fall
Like a stone in stormy weather, like the sun past noon
Your time is running out of breath, your lungs will give in soon
Like a stone in stormy weather, like the sun past noon
Your time is running out of breath, your heart will give in soon
Don't look back your days are numbered, time will be here soon
Don't forget your favorite weapon, keep it close to you
Keep it close to you, just keep it close to you