Poor Cherubs Testo

Run over the broken window Dashed into shivers and apart Staying in the dark I listen to the little children I'd give myself away To build castles in the sandbox again I call you I long to be like you Without gloom and strong enough Not to break away from the childish innocence The foggy clouds come undone The window once so clear like my mind No more than a whisper that tries to lead me anywhere It ties down the gladness to me To know you're still a little child I call you I long to be like you Without gloom and strong enough Not to break away from the childish innocence It ties down the gladness to me To know you're still a little child I wish I were a little child