I Grant You (Tikaram Tanita)

When we were young and you pretended You were almost bothered as me Does it make you sad? Almost sorry as me? When we were young and you pretended That the world was ours - how we see Does it make you sad? And make you sorry? Almost sorry as me I grant you Time can make a fool of all of us These words once mine - hang on, hang on And yet they don't belong Mmm. They don't belong Now we get old and you've defended All the world as it likes to be Does it make you sad? Does it make you sorry? Almost sorry for me Can you get lost inside a feeling? Does you almost feel for me? Does it make you sad? And make you sorry? Almost sorry for me? I grant you Shine and scare the fool inside of us These words once mine drag on, drag on And yet they do belong Mmm. They do belong When we were young - and you were grounded Didn't you ever want to go free Soes it make you sad? And make you sorry? You're not a fool like me When we were young - and we were running Didn't you ever want to run free? Didn't it make you sad? And make you sorry? To wander whio you are I grant you are I grant you