Young

Young

It's a bummer, when you can't save more to give.

When you're naive and you live making wrong.

In the summer, ignorance is bliss.

The sun offers a kiss, and it warms you long.

Gotta drink up, send your fears away.

The company you crave is a bitter song.

In the dug out, margin draws an eye

You planned to let it die until your strong.

You are young, got breath in your lung, a move on the crowd.

You have sung, words on your tongue, oh you sung them loud.

It's a warm walk, when the breeze offers an arm.

You know there may be harm, but still you go.

And the soldiers, waiting to attack

That break along your back and keep you slow.

Well they scream.

You are young, got breath in your lung, a move on the crowd.

You have sung, words on your tongue, oh you sung them loud.