Vārdi: Arcade Fire. Funeral. Wake Up.

Somethin' filled up
My heart with nothin'
Someone told me not to cry

Now that I'm older
My heart's colder
And I can see that it's a lie

Children wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust

If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger
But our hearts get torn up

We're just a million
Little God's causin' rainstorms
Turnin' every good thing to rust

I guess we'll just have to adjust

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
When the reaper, reaches
And touches my hand

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin'
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go, goin'

You'd better look out below