A child is running in the streets
Not wearing clothes and in bare feet
One hand is reaching for the stars
I'm sure her dreams they can't be far
Let the children
Keep their fantasy
You're falling slow
A place below
Fading away
A childish stay
I'm walking down to feel her soul
Our hands they touch the night is cold
A breeze is blowing through her hair
In wonderland we'll both be there
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Let the children keep their fantasy
You're falling slow
A place below
Fading away
A childish stay
You're falling slow
A place below
Fading away
A childish stay
