there's no such thing as young
they just treat us wrong
i had a friend who died
i had another friend
who stayed alive
so what's the use in crying
it's a kind of lie
explaining takes too long
and no one listens
to the words in songs
and every night's the same
and every song's the same
and everything you say
just slips into the dark
and falls away
i went into a room
there was something to do 
the light was turning grey
i don't recall the things
i had to say
and every night's the same
and every song's the same
and everything you say
just slips into the dark
and falls away