The Years

I think I found my way out (get out, go on)
Up from the true-blue way down (move it, move on)
All with this Joy boy true love (hold up, hold on)

And all the years have changed
Ten-folded like a day
Old death's dulling sting
To new life blooming
(Oh, what would you think of me?)

Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
The sting of blinding spring is what's left of you
Get up, get out, go on are all the signs I see
Oh, what would you think of me?

You have to find your way out (get out, go on)
You know what I think now (move out, hold on)
With all the years you changed
Ten-faced every day
Old death's dulling sting
To new life blooming

Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to
Nothing can change the pain and I don't want it to