the maccabees
child
Never as a child Would you give this time of day You would take it from the shadows And you give it another name  But now it's all that's left  And though it awful gentle takes you And it awful slowly leaves It's a weight I wouldn't wish upon And I wish I wouldn't have to wait  Now it's all that's left  Never as a child Now it's so vivid  Given to the wild While the ways of a child Are whiled away, whiled away