Out of sight, out of mind.
See the child of the street
Never give them a thought;
How they live where they sleep
Grind them into the ground
It's the kind thing to do
Death is welcome retreat from the sorrow they find
Out of sight, out of mind
But here, the pain is never out of sight.
The sick, the starved, the poor.
There is no room for us to turn away.
We can't just shut the door.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Where the strong never look.
If we don't come too near it's as if we're not here.
And there's nothing to fear.
But out of sight we have the room to plan
We watch them from afar.
They won't suspect
That soon we'll see a day
When they know who we are.
Let them stay unafraid.
Just for now keep them blind
Patience waits for a spark
Til the time that is right.
We'll remain in the dark...
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind