Young

Kickin' back in the salt & the sand
Couldn't help bring it down to the dust & the bland
I undid my chances

In the heat of the moment
I grabbed your hand & the rest, then your other hand
I undid my chances

I'm in the ditch
You're right on track
I held myself back
To keep an eye on your back

I need a sense of
Dispair to go on
Never did happiness
Get anyone anywhere...

Like a kick in the teeth
Like a pain I'll never meet
I'm livin' up my walk in the park
Over the numb over the norm

I can see the light at the end
Dimming despite travelling
We'd better get comfortable
With these bricks, with these walls

Could it be, carefree, considerate, eternally... young?
You undid your chances

I'm in the ditch
You're right on track
I held myself back
To keep an eye on your back

I need a sense of
Dispair to go on
Never did happiness
Get anyone anywhere...