Words tumbling out before you mean them.
Mumbling, bumbling.
Loud when they should never be heard.
Seen and not heard.
Children are what we all are.
Mumbling, bumbling.
Creaming with our eyes wide open
Of another world.
Where we are all king
Holding the four leafed clover
With a life that's
Never over.
We keep on
Mumbling, bumbling
Tumbling into reality
Clover crushed
Trying to shut our eyes
To the silent screams
Desperate
Desperately
We
Hide our ears and close our minds to
Mumbling, bumbling
Children
With their eyes wide open.