| We’re so young, so naive.
|
| If I’m the first to go, then make it quick.
|
| We’re so young, we’re so young, so naive.
|
| It’s all for nothing, nothing at all
|
| Liars can’t be martyrs, don’t you know.
|
| Let me give it to you plain and simple,
|
| You walk a fine line, you walk a fine line.
|
| You speak of truth, you speak of progress,
|
| Well I’ll believe it when I see it for myself.
|
| Let me spell it out a little more clearly,
|
| You walk a fine line, you walk a fine line.
|
| Can’t you see the irony, in what you do to me?
|
| You get so close, so close,
|
| And make me feel so terribly alone.
|
| Can’t you see the irony, in what you do to me?
|
| You get so close, so close,
|
| And make me feel so terribly alone.
|
| If I’m the first to go, then make it quick (then make it quick)
|
| We’re so young, so naive.
|
| If I’m the first to go, then make it quick.
|
| We’re so young, we’re so young, so naive.
|
| It’s safe to say that we’re heading to the crossroads.
|
| We are the galleries of the centuries.
|
| If you knew the truth, it really would’ve killed you.
|
| If you knew the truth, if you only knew.
|
| We’ve been caught up in the moment,
|
| And our beds are crowded where we sleep.
|
| I hate to say it but we’re never making progress.
|
| I hate to say it, I hate to say it.
|
| Can’t you see the irony, in what you do to me?
|
| You get so close, so close,
|
| And make me feel so terribly alone.
|
| Can’t you see the irony, in what you do to me?
|
| You get so close, so close,
|
| And make me feel so terribly alone.
|
| There’s no other name by which I am saved,
|
| I will not be afraid to trust in you.
|
| This is a race to a lost cause.
|
| This is a race to a lost cause.
|
| This is a race to the skies.
|
| This is a race to the skies. |