Don't You Hear The Children Calling Me?

Bricks are falling off the walls Bibles waiting to be read I guess they'll call it remedy When we surpass history Tomorrow is our only God The sacred ritual to death Don't you hear the children calling me? Don't you see I'm trying to disappear? Don't you know that things are not they seem to be? Someday I will need my broken wings Someday I know it won't mean a thing Someday we will understand why we're lost in spring Carnival in an empty street No one seems to care Midnight saints are feeling small You'd better cleanse yourself The foreign scouts are looking good They're ready to march tonight Don't you hear the children calling me? Don't you see I'm trying to disappear? Don't you know that things are not they seem to be? Someday I know I'll need my wings Someday I know it won't mean a thing Someday we will understand why we're lost in spring This is how it goes Within or without the signals You can break it down And tell your neighbours not to make a sound Don't you hear the children calling me? Don't you see I'm trying to disappear? Don't you know that things are not they seem to be?