Woorden: The Residents. Ghost Child.

We're comin' Help me
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' It's dark
We're comin' So dark
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' Help me

No blood is spilled in
The land of lost children
But it is friendless
Empty and endless

She was neglected
But no one expected
She'd hold her breath for
Ever and ever

We're comin' Help me
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' It's dark
We're comin' So dark
We're comin' I'm alone
We're comin' I'm Lost