Seven

I've got a friend who I've known since I was seven We use 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 dishwasher 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 color 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 to open up with lights and sound Making you cold Very cold