In the corner of a window
In a shack out in the woods
There's a mirror in a spiderweb
A time we called childhood
Sliding out of the darkness
Is an old man called Regret
He sits beside that window
Just waiting until we forget
When we do he's ready
To wrap us in his words
To tell us dreams of easier things
How the world was so absurd
Slowly sliding his web around
To hold us tight in time
To wrap us up in innocence
Like there never was a crime
A childhood lost in ignorance
Is every old man's dream
Shadows fade to emptiness
In every old man's dream
About his life.
