The lessons they taught us were naive And we knew that sunrise always happens When the bird start to fly We were standing quiet, maybe they had their spies The call of introspection woke me up I'm standing 5 inches above me To feel the heartache of mine We could remain in silence, not to speak ever again But laughing of their children woke up fears and despise It was the time I felt like everyone would have to die And I touched my homemade clown To believe I'm standing 5 inches above me To feel the heartache of mine