Kids

Hold me, on my troublesome days when I feel lonely I hear my brothers calling From the ocean, before the weekend We are living bitter-sweet 'Cause late nights, it's the party and The bills we pay in the morning I hate the high and lows, we call a week I wish we shred it all apart Find the way to find our adolescence for our inner peace Tell me, pretty well, as it keep me from running Into tide while my head starts rushing Tell me the good, always bad in the end 'Cause late nights, it's the party and The bills we pay in the morning I hate the high and lows, we call a week I wish we shred it all apart Find a way to find our adolescence For our inner peace (When we were kids) (When we were kids) (When we were kids)