Sunday, spatter on the pane
Sat up on the bus in my usual place
It's gone late, I'm holding takeaway
Glad to see the back of another day
From the back come a sound, turn and look around, hostile eyes meet mine
Can't be more than nine, all alone at night, no soul in sight
Through the eyes of a child, all the smallest life is fully grown
All the world is far away from home
I look away and stare across the rain
The streetlight on the lane
I got no right to complain
My life, was pleasure with the pain
A grounding off my dad doesn't seem so bad
Bless the rough little boy growing up too fast
Now the dice been cast
What a bundle of joy, haunted from the past
These ghosts live on
Through the eyes of a child, all the smallest life is fully grown
All the world is far away from home
Through the eyes of a child all the sights are traced into the bone
One day he'll have children of this own
Through the eyes of a child, pathways passed on like precious stones
Through the eyes of a child