Little kids playing in the park downtown
  Someone's dad is watching
  From the side of the ground
  I'm following my shadow so I cross the street
  Car passing stereo I like the beat
  
  Open up the door
  Turning on the fan
  Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand
  And then start waiting for her steps
  To be heard in the staircase
  Enter the room and let down her bag
  Asking me all kinds of trivial questions
  Pretending an everyday life we don't have
  Pretending an everyday life we don't have
  Pretending an everyday life we don't have
  
  Little kids playing in the park downtown
  Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down
  Little kids playing in the park downtown
  Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down
  And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow
  Hours later I will follow
  Wake up to a life that's hollow without love
  Without love...
  Without love...