Aren’t you a child who doesn’t know what’s going on around you?
Aren’t you a child hiding, thinking they’re not going to find you?
I saw your eyes, they were looking at me
Tell me now what I’m going to see
If it’s the bomb you keep or just your eyes shining on
Shining on
Shining
Until we find that sunny Sunday
Until we cry of laughing about it
I’ll count the stars
And I’ll be at home when you get in
And we will find a some place to go
It’s not a crime