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I want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey

Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat

A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love

Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly’s wings

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?

Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door?

Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there

Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?

Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?

Before the years take me

I wish to see

The lost in me

I want my tears back

I want my tears back now

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone

A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?

Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door?

Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there

Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?

Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?

Before the years take me

I wish to see

The lost in me /x2

I want my tears back

I want my tears back now

Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?

Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?

Before the years take me

I wish to see

The lost in me /x2

I want my tears back

I want my tears back now