I wanted to believe the praying voices in the air I wanted to be saved by prophecies from billionaires I wanted to remember places that I have yet to know Have we been sowing seeds that never grow? I wanted love but only hate has served me well these days I wanted peace but it feels good to see my foes' disgrace Here comes the rain The season has changed But these barren fields remain the same I wanted to stay in the chorus of a pretty song I wanted to find God and stop to ask if I belong I wanted just a taste of hell without selling my soul Have we been sowing seeds that never grow? I wanted to bury the fathers who spoke through my name I wanted to embrace the mothers who held all the blame Here comes the rain The season has changed But these barren fields remain the same A shaman told me We cannot go back We should be waving To what we once had Like drying seedlings that can never be revived I keep letting them die Golden leaves are all spread on the ground Frozen laughter in echoing sounds No one knows why these seeds never grow Where did all the children go? Every night they all turn out the lights Across the sky no more guiding star No one knows what the future holds Where did all the children go?