I was a boy in a place not far from here
Walled in from the noise
There my nights were dark and clear
Sweet suburban blackness
Beautiful and true
Nights like midnight masses
Silent offerings to you
Now I'm a hologram
An image of the man
I used to be at 17
Speak to me
Talk to me
Blind me with the boyhood myth
I seek in you
Can I return?
Can I unlearn?
Oh, I know it's wrong but I still go on
Crawling back to you
Crawling back to you
I was a boy in a house not far from here
I played the saddest joy
You put music in my ear
Shapeless teen desire
Alcoholic dream
Flow through headphone wires
Love me do and set me free
Now I'm a hologram
An image of the man
I used to be at 17
Used to be, used to be…
I see the seasons passing
I feel the weight of wasted years
I'm frightened by the feeling
There is another city here
And I can't find the exit
'Cause there's no way out on my feet
There is a new devotion
I must find it in my sleep