Backyard Babies

Fell out of heaven A.D.
But it meant nothin' to me
You never talked about the birds and the bees
no
I wanna grow up to be young
I don't wanna be contained
I just wanna feel a little loved
Good intentions
Always paved the road to the hell
Some things are not just black & white
Somebody's gotta shine
In colours and it could be me