Hands on a window pane
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and French braids
Inspired to question
What makes us grown-ups anyway?
Let's search for the moment
When youth betrayed itself to age
So let the children play Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
In searching for substance
We're clouded by struggle's haze
Remember the meaning