[bad word] down upon us and it floats like water
Burning with the hope of inside
Feathered books the colors of a bright elation
Stolen in the sight of love.

We are, we are, we are we're just children
Finding our way around in decision.
We are, we are, we are all but helpless
Take this forever,
Whisper to a scream.

Birds fly in the eye of a painter's daughter
Spoken at the bitter end
Wasted sacrifice for the new nirvana
Night time, sends us on our way

We are, we are, we are we're just children
Finding our way around in decision
We are, we are, we are all but helpless
Take this forever,
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream

We are, we are, we are we're just children
Finding our way around in decision
We are, we are, we are all but helpless
Take this forever,
Whisper to a scream.

[music to end]