Youth Is Wasted on the Young

Текст песни Young Galaxy - Youth Is Wasted on the Young

Smoke-ring afternoon
The sun in a sling
Spinning
All come to meet her
On the record player
Soundtracked suffering
These were the days
Of catapulting
After dark
Armored in angst
In moonlit parks
In a drunken blur
We tattooed the words
Of venus in furs
There s a line you wrote
A long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn t mind dying at all
If it weren t for the songs I d miss

Filming, blossoms falling
From the cherry trees
On pure ecstasy
And as we sulked
Like Russian spies
Out after dark
Deliberating
Court and spark
In a hail of broken glass
You told me
Nothing s built to last
There s a line you wrote
A long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn t mind dying at all
If it weren t for the songs I d miss, oh
Youth is wasted on the young, ohh
Ohh oohh oh oh oh oh