66 or 64, It doesn't really matter anymore There's no more throwing sticks into the river And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever Just let go Back then I was French and yet Chinese I knew songs of butterflies and bees But the poets killed the vipers and the songs Chained the princess and carried her along Just let go I remember all the songs Well, that was right and this is wrong I would really like to sing along But I won't try as giants have no tongue It was all a bluff I guess All things have to end I guess Just let go In this one enchanted place We're back where we began...