Aurora
World is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preaching sour lies
I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child
Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mothers’ hands are warm and mild
I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child
Through the skin of a child
ooh, ooh, ooh
When a human strokes your skin
That is when you let them in
Oh let them in before they go
I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul
With a childlike soul
ooh, ooh, ooh