1Q7/4 - Carnival Youth

slowly fading away

slowly fading away

slowly fading away

i won’t escape

I’m not the one to choose

slowly fading away

i won’t escape

I’m not the one to choose

I can’t hear myself

I can’t hear myself

It’s little people that i hear

little people that i hear

In every beat of drums

kiss my lungs

it speaks in tongues

In every beat of drums

kiss my lungs

it speaks in tongues

Like a lullaby of guns

lullaby of guns

It’s little people that i hear

little people that i hear

little people that i hear

little people that i hear

little people that i hear

little people that i hear

little people that i hear