Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how to paint?
To paint, today
Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how
Mrs. Stadler, your hair is turning gray
I heard about your cells today
I didn't want to leave that way, oh, oh, oh

If you see me again, will you still be my friend?
Why must we grow older, older?
And when we meet again, just after freedom ends
When the world is almost over, over
Will everything still be the same?

(Bum, bum, bum...)
I come in peace
To drink your wine
And find myself in photographs
We're all crossing
The starting line
It hurts my back to think of it
I wanna leave
This place and time

Mrs. Stadler taught me to paint
She taught me to live my own way
I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say
But your life will happen anyway, oh, oh

Mrs. Stadler taught me to paint
She taught me to live my own way
I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say
But your life will happen anyway, oh, oh