It's cold outside, it gets so hot in here
The boys and girls collide to the music in my ear
I hear the children crying and I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying, take me home

A painted face and I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers, it was the questions we had wrong
I hear the children crying and I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying, take me home

Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song
Sad song sad song