I remember walking home with my father from the station   Hand in hand, and all alone in silent frustration   And the words he said to me just drifted away in the wind   Like this memory, like the photographs in my father's house      I don't want to be faded skin   I don't want to fade out   I want to fade in   I want to fade in      Can you see me? I can't see myself   Can you hear me? I can hardly hear myself   And I don't want to be a faded memory   All I want is to be me      I don't want to be faded skin   I don't want to fade out   I want to fade in   I want to fade in