Anything you say, yes it sounds ok,
but if I must be true, well, I don’t know what is you.
One thing that I know is I don’t like to be alone,
one thing I can say is you ought to have a name.

You’ve been in me since I was born and some already know,
and after all the tears I’ve cried I know I still can’t fly.
But you follow me anywhere and sing into my ears –
one thing I could do is write and sing a song for you…

And I’ll call you ‘Fancy’!
(Everybody has an inner voice to call: when in case of need, call it and be free.)

In in my way is sudden gloom, I turn it into blue.
I thought it was too hard for me. Now I know I can get through,
and all gets through my head is surprisingly not dead.
You could have shown yourself in other ways but it’s ok!

You’ve been in me since I was born and some already know,
and after all the tears I’ve cried, you know -I still won’t fly!
But you follow me everywhere and sing into my ears –
one thing I will do is write and sing a song for you…

‘caus you’re my fancy!
(Everybody has an inner voice to call: when in case of need, call it and be free.)