Thin as tissue paper walls
I hear them talk, I hear them talk
Some stories don¹t make sense at all
It¹s only talking
Managing to hold on tight
Forever cute, forever cute
In their self-made paradise
There¹s no more growing up
But in this childrens¹ paradise
They shrink at night, they shrink at night
To meet a certain weight and size
No heavy thinking
Forgotten by their growing friends
They fade away, they fade away
Falling into hidden trends
There¹s no more growing up
There¹s no more growing
