You, you were standing downtown
With your ruby lips and a gun in your mouth
You and your head in the clouds
No boy dressed like James Dean will heal your wounds

It's all about youth
It's all about youth

And we, we were meant to fly
Over oceans of fire
No matter how hard we try
We still belong to the night

Those voices are haunting sounds
You know no one likes when they throw shades through your mouth
Seven bottles of your cheap red wine
You tried so hard to feel something but now you wanna forget it all, why?

It's all about youth
It's all about youth

And we, we were meant to fly
Over oceans of fire
No matter how hard we try
We still belong to the night