Children

We used to live for the weekends

The 5ams, do you know what I mean

Sore throat, smoked up, leaving loose ends

We were alive and all sparks yeah we screamed

Don’t bring my children down

We used to map life to big dreams

To get our word out on big screens

Only sweat was real

The tears were real

I’d rather not do it then

We used to be more than just friends

The pay off is not more than just a dance

I was short on breath, in another world

So when I lost my grip there was nothing to hold on to but

1,2,3,4,5,6,7…

If I pray everyday I go to heaven, if I sing everyday I go to heaven

If I sing everyday I go to heaven