If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist
Well I would find a choir and a cathedral
Sing every hymn I know
To find a miracle
To turn the time and find a way to freeze it
The good die young
It was a hell of a ride
Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
Was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young
Well I can’t sing a song to make it true you still exist
And trust me that’s a certain kind of sorrow
'Cause everywhere I go
I see you and I don’t
Yeah, we had a yesterday but no tomorrow
The good die young
It was a hell of a ride
Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
Was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young
Why do the good die young
And if you’re out past the satellites
I'm looking up to the stars tonight
Do what I can just to stay alive
And it’s so hard not to look behind
I wish I could find you a way back home
And hear your voice through the telephone
It’s the little things that I missed the most
I’ll never know
Why the good die young
It was a hell of a ride
Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
Was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young
Why do the good die young
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