but the kids won't give us their hands - don't you understand?

can't you understand? 

i want to hold my little baby's hand

show my girl the world before it's crushed

show my son before the trees are dust

i want kids while i'm still young

so they can see it before it's done

my boyfriend Max and I we won't grow up

but i suppose we can't avoid our hearts torn up

so we'll raise our kids while we're still young

and before they have a chance, 

we'll disappear, keeping them near

take them far away somewhere

to the suburbs where kids grow up?

to the city where kids grow up?

i don't know where

i can't stand the suburbs but i hate the city

disappearing trees, they ain't that pretty

sit in our garages and drive our cars

climb out of the windows and see the stars

drive fast to nowhere and don't come back

i don't want to see my parents lack

-ing me

i wanna be free

don't you see?

i just wanna be free

scream and run beneath the trees

in my head i'm still screaming

in my dreams i'm still screaming

in our hearts we're still screaming.