All the Children

I dream we're on a train, I only know your face For all the pictures on my wall We speak like old friends do, there's much to say to you Too soon, you'll stand, you'll turn, you're gone And we grow older while you remain And we grow lines upon our face but you stay the same At times I'm overwhelmed by times I never held But this is not my loss to grieve How to justify an ache I can't deny When these are not my wounds to heal And we grow older while you remain And we grow lines upon our face but you stay the same And all the children you thought you'd hold Well they lie down beside your grave 'cause it's growing cold But they won't find you here They'll find you in the winter sun that falls upon their skin So we grow old and you remain And we grow lines upon our face but you stay the same And all the children you thought you'd hold Well they lie down beside your grave 'cause it's growing cold Yeah they lie down beside your grave 'cause it's growing cold