Youth Is Wasted on the Young

Youth Is Wasted on the Young - Young Galaxy

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

Young and beautiful in poverty

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

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