I used to shine, a perfect borrowed light It wasn't mine, and it was taken overnight Shame traces the edges of your face Fully lit, independent of this place Oh, help me not to see, a diamond wedding rings It's counterfeited things And I've been borrowed, shame on me My music's gone, forsaken of a theme No motto now, no credo, no dream Buried with, a soft embezzled light Six feet below, an idealistic life And I still want these themes, flighty childhood dreams As foolish as they seem And I've been taken, shame on me Forty-five, forty-five Now all my sweet, little wishful things Are bound and tied up on their brown streets Now I've been cast so loose up in the sky Far away, on borrowed clouds gone by And I've been taken, shame on me And I still want these themes, flighty childhood dreams As foolish as they seem And I've been taken, shame on me And I still want these themes, flighty childhood dreams As foolish as they seem And I've been taken, shame on me