Only for the Young - SORBET, Arborist

Hey kids, here it comes

It’s the blackening of the sea like a starless sky

It’s the plastic in the heart of a whale when it dies

It’s the sizzling of the skin, it’s the whip crack of a lung

And you know it’s gonna hurt but only for the young

Only for the young

Yeah only for the young

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones

Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones, my little ones