Youth - Selfish Things

Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth

It seems that I like to fall back into you

A memory of better days, a moment in bloom

So fragile broken, magnificent youth

No I won’t back down from you

We were never meant to lose

Protective and stubborn, the warmth of a crowd

Days without you are days living in hell

I hear your voice in everything, a blanket of sound

The fire in you could burn whole cities down

I can feel you in the ground

I can see you in the clouds

Clouded by colour, abandoned in truth

It seems that I like to fall back into you