who are you - Lindsey Black prs/mcps

She told stories I remember,
They were so vivid in her mind.
A different age I started dreaming
Just like the time.

Father did work for the labour club,
Never got paid.
She won't vote for them now.

Still you share all the good times,
The past that I know you're living in.
Stories told over and over
Just like the time . . .

Father did work for the labour club,
Never got paid.
She won't vote for them now
And it just goes to show
You don't know who you are.
You don't know who you are.
You don't know who you are.