Precious

You’re eighteen and you’re old enough
Do what you wanna do
You’re eighteen and you’re old enough
Don’t have to listen to you
No you ain’t no child no more
Now you’re out there on your own
No you ain’t worthwhile nomore
Now you’re feeling all alone
Tell me do you feel
That what’s going on is real
Or what’s really going on
Simply make-believe?
You are what you are
You’re not me
I am what you think I am
And I’m all you’ll ever want me to be
Words just don’t come into this
Especially when there’s none
It’s like a river running backwards
It just goes on and on and on
Tell me do you feel
That what’s going on is real
Or what’s really going on
Simply make-believe?
Precious, so precious
Just like a stone thrown into the crowd
But there’s no-one there to catch us
No-one
It’s just games in your imagination
With some strange situations
Diamonds in a goldmine
Or the backstreets that make you feel fine
Tell me do you feel
That what’s going on is real
Or what’s really going on
Simply make-believe?
Precious, so precious
Just like a stone thrown into the crowd
But there’s no-one there to catch us
Precious, yeah
Are you precious now you’re older?
So precious
So precious
Are you precious now you’re older?