We Are ringtone on your mobile phone

We are the young men, we are the desperation.

We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety.

We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door.


Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence.

Call me a bad sign of everything that's to come.

Call me the crooked line, the field of ice.


And I know I must move on.


We are the broken hearts that got lost or set astray.

We are the unemployed, still tangled up in our dreams.

This is a new sign, the last changing of the day.

It's time to grow up, and move away