nostalgia

there's a hole in my heart
and i'm singing out to me
yeah, i'm singing through my chest
yeah, i'm singing gracefully...

"what is it you're missing, child? what is it you're missing?
how you ever goin' to start what you're just not up to finishing?"

there's a hole in my head
in my dreams i can see through it
i see all my wishful thoughts and
all my fears and all my sorrows

what is it you're missing, child?
what is it you're missing?
how you ever goin' to start what you're just not up to finishing?
what is it you're missing, child? what is it you're missing?
how you ever goin' to finish what you're just not up to starting?

looking back it was so clear to me
looking back: as a child, i was so care free
now that i'm getting old, i'm not so sure
now that i'm getting old, i yearn for more...