Paroles de Missing Children

Kids get lost Lambs out wandering Bigger, blacker, things go following Then into a patch of forest Somebody once planted for this Songs not over, phone's still ringing Eyes still rolling, eyes still clinging, Something in the air starts singing. Radio's switched on and buzzing, Something in the wind starts humming. Something in the field starts haunting, Kids grow up and kids get numb and Kids it's coming, kid's it's going to come.