Children of the Grounds

There were too many years Under spells awry As the fortune appears It begins to die So I've come here to wait For the end of it all Till I'm gone from here I'm gone from here Children of the grounds Are making warring sounds For those outside With no care for time They're full of love for life Mother calling out To bring the end around We weren't quite done She blames it on the sun We're raised in a town Where they jump on your back and sing Leave an imprint on your shoulder blades Wanna walk away We're not all the same in this town We're raised in a town Where they jump on your back like children And they leave you none They will leave you none And we're all undone in this town And we're all undone in this town There were too many years Under spells awry As the fortune appears It begins to die So I've come here to wait For the end of it all Till I'm gone from here I'm gone from here I'm gone I'm gone --- Children of the Grounds - Midlake