Thin as tissue paper walls I hear them talk, I hear them talk Some stories don¹t make sense at all It¹s only talking Managing to hold on tight Forever cute, forever cute In their self-made paradise There¹s no more growing up But in this childrens¹ paradise They shrink at night, they shrink at night To meet a certain weight and size No heavy thinking Forgotten by their growing friends They fade away, they fade away Falling into hidden trends There¹s no more growing up There¹s no more growing