Whitehair Child

He's got his grandma's hands And brilliant sweet silver hair He's wrinkled inside even if he's only six years old He speaks with invisible friends and put spells on trees He knows sorrows and sadness and too much about tears No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child It's not a ghost not even an old man, but a whitehair child Life goes faster in his heart, much more than in his head Hung between games and elder fears, you know A bit too old, a little to young So he dreams and writes songs Cause he's a whitehair child (A child) (A child) (A child) (A child so) He's building magic worlds and perfect situations Where he makes his favorite dolls up To comfort them and to make them stop crying No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child It's not a ghost not even an old man, only a whitehair child Life goes faster in his heart than in his head Hung between games and elder fears A bit too old, a little to young So he dreams and writes songs Cause he's a whitehair child Mmh yeah ooh No it's not an angel but only a whitehair child It's not a ghost not even an old man, only a whitehair child Life goes faster in his heart than in his head Hung between games and elder fears A bit too young, a little to old So he dreams and writes songs Cause he's a whitehair child Mmh Just a whitehair child Just a child Just a child Just a child Ooh Life goes faster in his heart than in his head Hung between games and elder fears A bit too old, a little to young So he dreams and writes songs Cause he's a whitehair child A whitehair child Just a child Just a child Just a child