Lyrics:

She is twelve and I'm only ten

buried in this soft mountain of pillows

Parents away

She asks me have I been touched

Have I done the thing with anyone yet

Silence - a shy no



And there is nothing

That we'd rather share

Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare

But she's already twelve and I am

Just a child

WARM AND SHY



She's so OLD - already twelve and I am only ten

Than was me, young and free, there and then



Now in the hotel room I lie wondering who I am

Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning

Finding out at last that freedom is

A STATE OF MIND

But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind



...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind...