Who made youth the excuse to be Stitched to the visions of quantity? Who made youth the excuse to be afraid? Your freedom fails with blindness Like a business man with no lies left Like a city man with no desire left There's no time left
Youth, is it my excuse? In the heat under the covers Is where I'll find my truth Youth, is it my excuse?
"Youth is your excuse", they say "Keep hiding in your home" "Hormones keep you up at night It's what makes you feel alone" "Youth isn't our excuse!", we cry "Exile is our home" The whore moans in the dead of night It's what makes us feel alone
Youth, is it my excuse? In the heat under the covers Is where I'll find my truth Youth, is it my excuse?
Your freedom fails with blindness My hormones keep me desiring Your moan; it's music, it's timeless There's no t-time left
Youth, is it my excuse? In the heat under the covers Is where I'll find my truth Youth, is it my excuse? [Outro] Like a business man with no lies left Like a city man with no desire left Like a, like a, like a, like a Like a youthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
