She walks alone through
Paths of Stone and empty fields
So far from home
Cut to the bone and trying to heal

Hand shakes and
Heartaches in tune
Kids with songs
Never go wrong until they do

Everybody tries to tells themselves
To never need the hand of someone else
Everybody walks up to the edge
And then they look down

Carnival nights
Covered in street lights and stares
Girls made of glass
Are broken so fast and noone cares

Lovers and
Losers in tune
Kids with songs
Never go wrong until they do

Everybody tries to tells themselves
To never need the hand of someone else
Everybody walks up to the edge
And then they look down

Don’t you wanna know that we’re alive
Don’t you wanna to open up the skies
Don’t you wanna want to feel it every time
You hear the sound

Of Kids With Songs