The church bells sing their songs
And I listen from my room
Oh the sweet sound of nastalgia
As the day begins to bloom

Here I am, once again
Waking from my sleep
The birds outside are chirping loud
As the cars drive by and beep

Sounds of innocents
Sounds of youth
These sounds they fade away
Clashing in with everything else
All that's gold has turned to grey

The church bells sing their songs
And I listen from my room
Oh the sweet sound of nastalgia
As the day begins to bloom

I remember waking up
The rain would be pouring down
I'd run outside and ride my bike
My soul became a clown
Soaking wet, down to the bone
Smiling from cheek to cheek
And in my heart the rain made sun
The world was far from bleak

Being young was everything
All our senses were brand new
Taste and touch
sight and sound
Made us through and through
Education and T.V.
Now make us what we are
Logic and the media
Became the knives that gave us scars

Sounds of innocents
Sounds of youth
These sounds they fade away
Clashing in with everything else
All that's gold has turned to grey