When you’re sixteen
The steam locomotive
Goes along the seaside, goes for a ride
When you’re alone
And you’re walking in Rome
In the streets with the pines, winding at night

Met you at the fountain drinking water
In the moonshine of your dream
As likely as it seemed I think it was not mine
I think it was not mine

When you had gone
Sun and sea made you blonder
And saved you for me, no one could see
I wrote a song
Burning up at my home
And I gave it to you, then you felt blue

Found myself in sweaty blankets
Space-time of my teenage reverie
As far as I can see, I think it was not mine
I think it was not mine

When you are crying
I end up with a sigh
But who cares how I feel, darkness of seals
When I am old
I will long for the gold
That I buried in time, to put it aside

Look for you upon the hill
That made me thrill
When I observed the fast
As long that it could last, it felt as it was mine
You felt as you were mine.