Song parody of
Children
by With Being Born
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You're the third from the left
In the shade of your wish to be quietly none
Like the furthest from everyone else
Moving through water with rippleless grace
As if anything follows everything
We're all just children dreaming
Flying around with the ghosts
Wishing they'd scare us still
We're children playing
Riding our stick-horse around
Wishing it had its own will
And there's this boy by your side
Much more younger than older but then what is old
When you count all the rings in your spine
The infinite lack of years needed to see
That with everything follows anything
We're all just children dreaming
Flying around with the ghosts
Wishing they'd scare us still
We're children playing
Riding our stick-horse around
Wishing it had its own will
We're all just children playing
Shaping our doll with our hands
Setting its part to fill
We're children hiding
Keeping away from the past
Wishing we had our own will
You're the third from the left
In the shade of your wish to be quietly none
Like the furthest from everyone else
Moving through water with rippleless grace
As if anything follows everything
We're all just children dreaming
Flying around with the ghosts
Wishing they'd scare us still
We're children playing
Riding our stick-horse around
Wishing it had its own will
And there's this boy by your side
Much more younger than older but then what is old
When you count all the rings in your spine
The infinite lack of years needed to see
That with everything follows anything
We're all just children dreaming
Flying around with the ghosts
Wishing they'd scare us still
We're children playing
Riding our stick-horse around
Wishing it had its own will
We're all just children playing
Shaping our doll with our hands
Setting its part to fill
We're children hiding
Keeping away from the past
Wishing we had our own will
