I think I found my way out, ("Get out, Go on.") Up from the true-blue way-down. ("Move it, Move on.") ("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. But, "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. But 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.