Seven

I've got a friend
 Who I've known since I was seven
 We used to talk on the phone
 If we have time, if it's the right time
 Accompany me
 By the kitchen sink
 We talk about love
 We talk about dishwater tablets, illness
 And we dream about heaven
 I know it
 I think I know it from a hymn
 They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation
 A box to open up with lights and sound
 Making you cold, very cold
 I leave home at seven
 Under a heavy sky
 I ride my bike up
 I ride my bike down
 November smoke
 And your toes go numb
 A new colour on the Globe
 It goes from white to red
 A little voice in my head says, "Oh, oh, oh"
 I know it
 I think I know it from a hymn
 They've said so
 It doesn't need more explanation
 A box to open up with lights and sound
 And if you don't, you're on your own
 I know it
 I think I know it from a hymn
 They've said so
 It doesn't need more explanation
 A box-