A drum drum boy When I was a lonely boy I had to keep it up You were banging on the doors And on this noise I sang along No more sorry, no more strained You had to beat the most All the bruises, all the walls And we were singing all along When I wore a lonely face I had to keep it on You believed that I was wrong To always wait for such a song And I forgot about the voice And I forgot the doors Now your fingers are too short But we're still singing all along And when I was a lonely ghost I had to quit the town You, the father and the son Still hear these dreams on your own But once I was a lonely boy And had to keep it up When you were thinking I was wrong We clutched our hands and never made a sound All over in a safe place where all the players fall apart I choose a laughing card, I hit a soul and break it down Into the waltzes, I swear that I create a time All the fingers that you tried once, they make a flow and choose to fight