Paroles de Iron Rod

White tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boy
He's all grown up now, packed his things
He's not quite that saint he used to be
Plans for his future thrown aside
He's as good as dead to you
And white tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boy

I remember that night
Sitting on the stairs, knuckles painted white
You were holding back your tears
And I was choking on mine
Going on and on about how nothing quite felt right
Engraved on the plaque above me read: "Remember who you are"
Remember who you are

Remember who you are
Remember who you are
I can't remember who I was back then
I can't remember who I was back then
Did I ever really change?
Did I ever change?
Did I ever really change?
Did I ever change?

I remember that night
Sitting on the stairs, knuckles painted white Remember who you are

Remember who you are
Remember who you are