Missing Children

Kids get lost Lambs out wandering Bigger, blacker things go following them Into a patch of forest Somebody once planted for this Song's not over Phone's still ringing Eyes still rolling Eyes still clinging Something in the air starts singing "Ooh-ooh, ooh" Radio's switched on and buzzing Something in the wind starts humming Something in the field starts hunting Kids grow up and kids get numb, and Kids, it's coming Kids, it's going to come