We scratch and fight to learn Where in this heaven our truth is But will the years all burn Before we look we look where our youth is
The dove is not distressed For the truth of why or when Her truth is food and rest So she can fly again
Embarrassed now by all that hair Young and foolish we declare Didn't know what the game was Still our aim was true We took the world and made a fuss But now the world has taken us We are beaten but we're learning what to do
The truth The truth The truth The truth We knew it in our youthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
