oh the
screams of younger years
the passion, the power, the fury
how they mellow to a whisper of tears
a host of emotions we simply forget and bury
the passion, the power, the fury
how they mellow to a whisper of tears
a host of emotions we simply forget and bury
nothing
can stop us in the summer of life
run all day, play all night
but when winter sets in we become tired of strife
so we conform we give up, sick of the fight
run all day, play all night
but when winter sets in we become tired of strife
so we conform we give up, sick of the fight
we are
what we are, we cannot change
simply become another version, quieter with age
so scream as you will with burning rage and wide open mouth
but whisper softly goodnight when the fire goes out
simply become another version, quieter with age
so scream as you will with burning rage and wide open mouth
but whisper softly goodnight when the fire goes out
