Michael I've been talking to you
Even though you can't hear my voice
There are things I've wanted you say for so long
But the road has its way
Michael I must thank you
In the way you held me high
I could see over the crowd
You told me "Son when you grow older
Everything I am is everyhing you are"
Michael I've been talking to you
Even though you can't hear my voice
I've been thinking God when I laugh it's as though you are laughin' as well
With me in the Collosseum
And I know the ink in our chest is the same as the colour of our eyes
Michael I must thank you
In the way you're always there
Even when our backs are turned
You told me "Son when you grow older
Everything I am is everything you are"
And you held me high
I could see over the crowd
You told me "Son when you grow older
Everything I am is everything you are
And everything you are is everything to me
