Lyrics:

Everyone has their own myths
If not their father's troubles
Then it's their mother's kiss
But you would you save my life
Or take it away from me - stab me with a knife

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cobalt sky
And leave me down below, I know
To bend my neck and wave goodbye

You pictured in black and white - clouds stay 'til night
Don't make the day look right
You in a beatnick black beret - out on a sunny day
Make the crows fly away

(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI