[Verse 1] In a drawer, in what is now a storage space, Opening the heart I packed and locked in place. A tiny town, a tiny dream to chase, A girl in overalls, a playground face. A little house with tiles of faded orange clay, So small compared to all I have today. So very humble, days of innocence in bloom, How did we march our memories to their doom? [Chorus] When did I stop seeing the truth? When did I stop being my youth? A captive to the miracle of breath, When did I stop living, scared to death? I want to go back for a single day, I want to cry with all my fears away, To see where every piece of me was made, A Shabbat table in the Christmas shade. [Verse 2] Contradictions merging to a single line, Nothing was forbidden, no rules to define. Hours on that broken piano playing on, One big dream, unfinished, waiting for the dawn. Since then I got dirtied by reality, Every dream is bound to end in tragedy. To grow up is to fade out, what a foolish crime, There are no guarantees, and we ran out of time. [Chorus] When did I stop seeing the truth? When did I stop being my youth? A captive to the miracle of breath, When did I stop living, scared to death? I want to go back for a single day, I want to cry with all my fears away, To see where every piece of me was made, A Shabbat table in the Christmas shade. [Bridge] Father coming back from synagogue, Mother spreads the cloth, a monologue. I look at her and swear I will survive - I’m gonna have a different, different life. Now I have forgotten every single prayer, That different life I begged for is the one I bear. And now my only prayer is to return and be - Like in the dreams, like in the fantasy. [Chorus] When did I stop seeing the truth? When did I stop being my youth? A captive to the miracle of breath, When did I stop living, scared to death? I want to go back for a single day, I want to cry with all my fears away, To see where every piece of me was made, A Shabbat table in the Christmas shade.
