Inside all of us there is a wild thing.

Something filled up

My heart with nothing

Someone told me not to cry

But now that I'm older

My heart's colder

And I can see that it's a lie

Children

Wake up

Hold your mistake up

Before they turn the summer into dust

If the children don't grow up

Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up

We're just a million little gods causing rain storms

Turning every good thing into rust...