The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill   Today's the day to remember always   It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be   And I hear the church bells over the city      As if by magic you and me were there again   Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you   Someone's playing music   And it's swimming from that window sill   We stood there listening    But I was thinking more about holding your hand      What does it all come down to   I'm losing myself   There's scissors for voodoo in my mind   I'm doing it my way   I'm doing it my way      The record player plays a lost soul for everyone    And all the sirens fill the dead street thrillers   Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news   And I heard the church bells over the city   And I said      Are you shading in my mind?      What does it all come down to   I'm losing myself   There's scissors for voodoo in my mind   I'm doing it my way   I'm doing it my way