Young Minds - Emika
Money
I don't understand
Truth
I don't understand
Philosophy
I don't understand
I'm not into giving
I'm not into giving
My mind to these hands
East
I love you the same
The west
The same
I'm in the middle
Where do I begin
History's over
Lost in the rain
Do you know where
The art comes from
Do you trust why the
Idea was born
Who do you trust
When the ideal falls
It fell once
It fell twice
It will fall once in your life
Not so easily
Effected
But the story
The beauty of a young mind
It learns
As much as it lies
