World is covered by our drapes
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preaching sour lies
I would rather see this world
Through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child

Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mothers hearts are warm and mild
I would rather feel this world
Through the skin of a child
Through the skin of a child

When a human strokes your skin
That is when you let them in
Let them in before they go
I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul

Please, don't leave me here