The age of seven, emotional heaven.
But out of your cacoon you came,
They made you grow up,
They made you throw up,
Finding things that are the same to me,
But since then times have changed
and your not alone
But what we were we will be again
so your not alone
Oh were coming up roses.
But out of your cacoon you came,
They made you grow up,
They made you throw up,
Finding things that are the same to me,
But since then times have changed
and your not alone
But what we were we will be again
so your not alone
Oh were coming up roses.