Did you ever really think that you'd
Expose the truth that pains the page?
And in their asking you to see their lie
The motive, true and earnest side
For in the morning should they wake up
I'll see them precious in their sleep
Every step should break the same
With every move and every need

So run, little children, play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on
So run, little children, play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on

Could you ever really wish of them
One of your games in counts of two
With every moment, you'll trace the doubt
And of the premise, what about?
Will they ever really see an end
Or does it matter now, from then?
What of their love for once pronounced
And of this love, or loss without?

So run, little children, play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on
So run, little children, play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on
I should have known

God only knows when your word isn't pure
And the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
And I won't drink the blood if it spills

So give 'em the story they want you to
Give 'em the story they want
A kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me
So give 'em the story they want you to
Give 'em the story they want
A kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me

So give 'em the story they want you to
Before you leave me
So give 'em the story they want you to
Before you leave me
Give 'em the story they want you to
Before you leave me
So give 'em the story they want you to
Before you leave

God only knows when your word isn't pure
And the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
And I won't drink the blood if it spills

God only knows when your word isn't pure
And the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
And I won't drink the blood if it spills