Children - Jonathan Bree

See them moving on the floor

Hear «boom» in your ears

Taste the drip go down your throat

Yet you still feel dead

See them moving on the floor

Hear «boom» in your ears

Taste the drip go down your throat

Yet you still feel dead

In this room, a weed amongst the bloom

Obsolete, this is no longer your scene

The kids don’t want you around

You’re not welcome

Your friends have moved to the 'burbs

To raise children

In this room, a weed amongst the bloom

Obsolete, this is no longer your scene

The kids don’t want you around

You’re not welcome

Your friends have moved to the 'burbs

To raise children

It’s not in your mind

No, it’s not in your mind

It’s not in your mind

No, it’s not in your mind