|
I hear the calamity of young ideas gatherin' around the edge of my years, yeah, |
|
And we're waitin' for the bell to end the afternoon and usher in the evening, yeah... |
|
I can hear them singin'... (The night is young, we've only just begun, yeah...) |
|
I can hear them singing... (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till it comes, yeah...) |
|
The mirror has changed my shape - tomorrow used to be so kind and so far away, yeah; |
|
Now it's clear when I touch my face, the unmistakable feel of slippin' away, yeah... |
|
I can hear them singin'... (The night is young, we've only just begun, yeah...) |
|
I can hear them singing... (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till it comes, yeah...) |
|
My past is bigger and brighter than my future, |
|
But the struggle is all the same... |
|
I fight to mean somethin' in this life I live; |
|
The end comes, but the work is undone... |
|
Don't they know I'm still here, |
|
Pushin' against the atmosphere? |
|
The best of things haven't been shared yet; |
|
It just can't be over yet... (over yet...) |
|
Can they hear me screamin'? (The night is young, we've only just begun, yeah...) |
|
Can they hear me screamin'? (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till it comes, yeah...) |
|
Hear me screamin'... |
|
Riding away into the sun, |
|
Making way for the new horizon... |
|
Riding away into the sun, |
|
Making way for the new horizon... |
