Missing Children

Kids get lost
Lambs out wandering
Bigger, blacker things go following them
Into a patch of forest
Somebody once planted for this
Songs not over
Phones still ringing
Eyes still rolling
Eyes still clinging
Something in the air starts singing

Radios switched on and buzzing
Something in the wind starts humming
Something in the field starts haunting
Kids grow up and kids get numb and
Kids it's coming
Kids it's going to come