It`s cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear
I hear the children crying
And I know it`s time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
A painted face
And I know we haven`t long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong
I hear the children crying...
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Call out your name
Call out in shame
Call out your name
Call out, call out