Young kids and we all spend time like it won’t run out
Maybe they lied, maybe it won’t run out
Learn to love quick, then we loveless, prone to rush in
Maybe it hurts, maybe it all works out
And we don’t know anything we believe
Hard to think thoroughly
Don’t know bout certainty
And are we dumb hoping true love is real
Let us be young and deal with all of our parading
Give us some time to be stupid
Give us some time to be blind
We wanna listen to music
Already know it don’t rhyme
Where they go i wanna follow
Promise it’s only a while
I know a heart can be hollow
I know the road it can wind