remember when you were a kid the simple things were what mattered most time will change a man his dreams and hopes would slowly fade away sit in space all day and your childhood fears will soon drift away then suddenly you re left with a handful of memories those wooden walls combust in time those hammering sounds call again ring the bell inside my head the liquid in my head if i stand perfectly still and remember the jokes and friends and folks like a scrapbook scraping the depths of my brain step outside the world and your childhood fears will soon drift away then suddenly you re left with a handful of memories those wooden walls combust in time those hammering sounds call again ring the bell inside my head the liquid in my head those wooden walls combust in time those hammering sounds call again ring the bell inside my head the liquid in my head liquid in my head 