Too young to believe
In something like a life
Of trust and constancy
Never old enough
To remind the children
Of a distinct connection between the dots
The dots, the dots, the dots
So young, true beliefs
Been nudged into this hype
With lust and blinkers tight
Always in danger
To tie and draw a bad line
As a distinct connection between the dots
The dots, the dots, the dots
To remind the children
Of a distinct connection between the dots
The dots, the dots, the dots
In danger to tie and draw a bad line
As a distinct connection between the dots
The dots, the dots, the dots
To remind the children
Of a distinct connection between the dots
The dots, the dots, the dots
