Five

Sweet, sweet little angel

There's a devil on the other side

My head quite in the middle

Rip it off so you can decide

Never made no mistakes

Talking to pirate folk

And I walked over lakes

And ate fireballs

When I was five years old

And the dusk was our twilight

A green generator upon which we sat

And I'm surprised that I never shot your eyes out

Oh, just sticks and stones laid 'cross your back

I've been shipwrecked and scarred

In the winter cold

But I know that I'm pure

Because I was told

When I was five years old

I reflect in my mind

Of all the possibilities

That were left far behind

There must be more

There must be more

To life

When I was five years

When I was five years

When I was five years old