Mrs. Stadler

Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how to paint?

To paint, today

Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how?

Mrs. Stadler, your hair is turning gray

I heard about your cells today

I didn't want to leave that way

If you see me again

Will you still be my friend?

Why must we grow older, older?

And when we meet again

Just after freedom ends

When the world is almost over, over

Will everything still be the same?

I come in peace, to drink your wine

And find myself in photographs

We're all crossing, the starting line

It hurts my back to think of it

I want to leave, this place in time

Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint

She told me to live my own way

I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say

But your life will happen, anyway

Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint

She told me to live my own way

I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say

But your life will happen, anyway