Testo Youth - The Crookes

Youth

With split lips, oh a smile can be hard.
Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars.
The made it clear from the very start that pain lies beyond the cries of damned
young hearts.
Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow?
Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights.
Blood drips down my knees… I’m sick of worthless fights.
Does it show in my sullied smile that it’s not my style?
Time slows… Let me go.
But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights… As our laughter
splits the night.
In time, I’ll grow to find that all we’ll ever have are blissful moments
quickly passed.
It’s obscene they’re so few and far between.
I’ll take my solitude and I’ll take calm.
All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm).
Faith entwined all my deepest fears… And my strange ideas youth might be kind.
But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights… As our laughter
splits the night.
In time, I’ll grow to find that all we’ll ever have are blissful moments
quickly passed.
It’s obscene they’re so few and far between.