The kids are lost
Let them come out
The kids are lost
Let them come out

When they are sad
They use to talk out loud
When they are angry
They don¿t speak at all

When they go away
And see the sun outside
They use to tell themselves a lie
A lie
A lie that seems like is true

One day they will realise
That god stills here
Listening to them
Looking for them
And then, they will ask

Oh, god, oh, god
How can I change my life?
Oh god, oh, god
How can I change my mind?