Age of Experience

I had friends ten years ago
It was the age of the photograph
I dreamt so loud they could hear me glow
Was something that I used to know

When they call me again, so easy, young and free and bright
Karma, karma chameleon, baby, kept me up in the night
Mother, Mother, please don't tell me what's behind the light
Every time that you felt me burning out, you'd say good night

I felt something bad inside
It was the age of experience
I kept my mouth shut so I could hide
With a fever burning in my side

How could I ever take myself back where I used to be?
Everybody is over wishing something bad for me
Father, Father, what did you think I'd grow up to be?
Father, Father, what did you think I'd grow up to see?