Children laugh, children cry. They're the future of our time. Will they hold us to blame. For all the things we've turned away I don't like what I see now. In my life what I see now. I don't like
You walk like the angels talk. Where are you from. You want to walk and talk like angels talk. Tell me then some. . With a room by the sea. And a voice in the sand. Telling me your truth. And