Kids

Kids
You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing,
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of consequences

Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted
To be haunted
The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought,
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not
En 'Kids' de MGMT, la canción narra la transición de la infancia a la adultez, explorando la pérdida de inocencia y la toma de decisiones que marcan el camino vital...