Paroles de Mild Child

This ten year old, smiling summer eyes They win, they win Their survival showed us how they could dance like angels There was a talking on the clouds, the sun Some young nervous head just learned to punish Being calm inside to hide away from each your haters and their wings He sighed and tried to hide, but I recall the alien eyes and what that felt like 'Cause they were happy laughing there, then the delayed window came But don't allow yourself to vacantly lead any kind of virtuous life Because each of us is both of them, one blowing out, one breathing in