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?