I knew a man who's heart   was cold as stone   he had a love for one   that was his own   well we knew his time had come   he was father and the son   he had it all      I knew a boy who threw himself off a tower   a hundred and fifty five feet this   tower rose      A cloud, hotel or a crane   it made no difference   it was so plain   he was a show      So how on earth would this boy   get back home?   when all the lovers began   when all the families sing   when all the melody grows   when all the families know   when all the lovers begin   when all the families sing   when all the melodies grow   in the summer grows and grows      I knew a guy who lived inside a dome   he saw a race of people fight and break up the home   a cocky flying man blind   will see no difference when we find   low is a crime      So how on earth would this boy   get back home?   when all the lovers began   when all the families sing   when all the melody grows   when all the families know   when all the lovers begin   when all the families sing   when all the melodies grow   in the summer grows and grows   grows and grows   and grows and grows