Youth Is Wasted on the Young - Young Galaxy
Smoke ring afternoon
The sun in a sling
Spinning all come to meet her
On the record player
Soundtracked suffering
These were the days of catapulting
After dark armored in angst
In moonlit parks
In a drunken blur
We tattooed the words of venus in furs
There's a line you wrote a long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn't mind dying at all
If it weren't for the songs I'd miss
Young and beautiful in poverty
Filming blossoms falling
From the cherry trees
On pure ecstasy
And as we sulked like Russian spies
Out after dark deliberating
Court and spark in a hail of broken glass
You told me nothing's built to last
There's a line you wrote a long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn't mind dying at all
If it weren't for the songs I'd miss oh
Youth is wasted on the young ohh
Ohh oohh oh ohh oohh oh
Ohh oh oohh ohh oh oohh ohh oh
