World is covered by our trails Scars we cover up with paint Watch them preach in sour lies I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child Through the eyes of a child Darker times will come and go Times you need to see her smile And mother's hands are warm and mild I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child Through the skin of a child When a human strokes your skin That is when you let them in Let them in before they go I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul With a childlike soul I would rather feel alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive
