Know That Something Very Strange
Is Happening To My Brain.
I'm Either Feeling Very Good
Or Else I Am Insane.
The Seeds Of Doubt You Planted
Have Started To Grow Wild
But Feel That I Must Yield Before
The Wisdom Of A Child

And It's Love You Bring,
No That I Can't Deny,
With Your Wings,
I Can Learn To Fly,
Sweet Young Thing.

People Try To Talk To Me
Their Words Are Ugly Sounds
But I Resist All Their Attempts
To Try And Bring Me Down..
Turned On To The Sunset,
Like I've Never Done Before.
And I Listen For Your Footsteps
And Your Know Upon The Door.

And It's Love You Bring,
With Dreams Of Bluer Skies
All These Things,
When I Seem Them In Your Eyes
Sweet Young Thing.