When will I see my children lying in my arms
And hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms

Go wait at the window,
Don’t leave it until,
You see better days that [bad word] You just have to wait (x2)

When will I see my children lying in my arms
I hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be called the ghost

When will I tell you what is on my mind
Of how to love me and how I can be defined

When will I tell you what is on my mind
Of how to love me and how I can be defined
You stole emotion from the man who needs it most
You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be called the ghost