Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
With the sun in your eyes
Bedshaped and legs of stone
In white light I don't think so
But what do I know? What do I know? I know
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
With the sun in your eyes
Bedshaped and legs of stone
In white light I don't think so
But what do I know? What do I know? I know
In white light I don't think so
But what do I know? What do I know? I know
WRITERS
Timothy James Rice-Oxley, Thomas Oliver Chaplin, Richard David Hughes, James Keith Warnock Sanger