| You’ve gone from walking on air
|
| To all the nights you’ve spent wrapped up in despair
|
| You’d have to question what
|
| You got in return
|
| You watch as the years go slipping by
|
| No amount of drugs could give you such a high
|
| The longest lesson’s done
|
| And what did you learn
|
| Once surrounded but now they’re gone
|
| Sing your part in your final song
|
| Once you counted but that’s the thanks you get
|
| But lock the door when you go to bed
|
| What does it take to do it right
|
| To keep the memories when it’s always such a fight
|
| You have to walk the path
|
| As the tide is coming in
|
| When do you stop to see the light
|
| When it’s so dark that a candle would seem bright
|
| You’ve got your breathing back
|
| You don’t know how to begin
|
| Once surrounded but now they’re gone
|
| Sing your part in your final song
|
| Once you counted but that’s the thanks you get
|
| But lock the door when you go to bed
|
| And why should you walk away
|
| With nothing
|
| Why should you fade away
|
| To nothing
|
| Once surrounded but now they’re gone
|
| Sing your part in your final song
|
| Once you counted but that’s the thanks you get
|
| But lock the door when you go to bed
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young
|
| Just stay young |