Once upon a time
Every day was good
The tasteful common sense
of having clouds made of cotton candy
You could be the hero as well as
choosing to be the villain
And it all finished with some snacks
A warm bath and perhaps a scratch
You could see the naïvety and innocence
Playing on the tune
A thousand planets and universes were as real
As our imagination made them
It took just a hug or a caress
And the cure was a kiss and a shelter
Everything was anew the next day
Without much fuss
The problem is that we want to grow up
And when we do, we want to go back
Cuz a scratched knee
Hurts a lot less than a broken heart
The problem is that we want to grow up
And when we do, we want to go back
Cuz a scratched knee
Hurts a lot less than a broken heart
You can still go on
Even after witnessing the evil in the world
If you just refuse to let the evil
Become the common sense
So you won't lose the wondrous faith in true happiness
And realise that it lies along the road and not the end
The problem is that we want to grow up
And when we do, we want to go back
Cuz a scratched knee
Hurts a lot less than a broken heart
The problem is that we want to grow up
And when we do, we want to go back
Cuz a scratched knee
Hurts a lot less than a broken heart