World is covered by our trailsScars we cover up with paintWatch them preaching sour liesI would rather see this world through the eyes of a child
Darker times will come and goTimes you need to see her smileAnd mothers' hands are warm and mildI would rather feel this world through the skin of a childThrough the skin of a child
When a human strokes your skinThat is when you let them inLet them in before they goI would rather feel alive with a childlike soulWith a childlike soul
Hey oh, oh heyOh heyAh-ah heyOh heyHey oh, oh heyOh heyAh-ah heyOh heyPlease don't leave me here
Through the eyes of a child
Darker times will come and goTimes you need to see her smileAnd mothers' hands are warm and mildI would rather feel this world through the skin of a childThrough the skin of a child
When a human strokes your skinThat is when you let them inLet them in before they goI would rather feel alive with a childlike soulWith a childlike soul
Hey oh, oh heyOh heyAh-ah heyOh heyHey oh, oh heyOh heyAh-ah heyOh heyPlease don't leave me here
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