Bricks are falling off the walls
Bibles waiting to be read
I guess they'll call it remedy
When we surpass history
Tomorrow is our only God
The sacred ritual to death
Don't you hear the children calling me?
Don't you see I'm trying to disappear?
Don't you know that things are not they seem to be?
Someday I will need my broken wings
Someday I know it won't mean a thing
Someday we will understand why we're lost in spring
Carnival in an empty street
No one seems to care
Midnight saints are feeling small
You'd better cleanse yourself
The foreign scouts are looking good
They're ready to march tonight
Don't you hear the children calling me?
Don't you see I'm trying to disappear?
Don't you know that things are not they seem to be?
Someday I know I'll need my wings
Someday I know it won't mean a thing
Someday we will understand why we're lost in spring
This is how it goes
Within or without the signals
You can break it down
And tell your neighbours not to make a sound
Don't you hear the children calling me?
Don't you see I'm trying to disappear?
Don't you know that things are not they seem to be?