Yvette Young
Of Age
A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection
Through these lines of treason, I sought space

Ooh, Stay where you are
Ooh, Stay where you are

Your photos were everything
Denial, comforting the vastness of this loss
In dreaming, I found peace

Ooh, We've grown apart
Ooh, We've grown apart

But it still stings to carve your name
But it still stings to carve your name

A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes: shut
You're skin and bone

A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes: shut
You're skin and bone

'Being' gets put-off