It's a bummer, when you can't save more to give.
When you're naive and you live, making wrong.
In the summer ignorance is bliss, the sun offers a kiss, and it warms you long.

Gotta drink up, send your fears away. The company you crave, is a bitter song.
In the dugout, margin draws an eye. You planned to let it die, until you're strong.
You are young.

Got breath in your lung a move on the crowd.
You have sung words on your tongue.
Oh you sung them loud.

And it's a warm walk, when the breezer offers an arm.
You know there maybe harm, but still you go.
And the soldiers, waiting to attack the break along your back.

And keep you slow.
Well they scream.
You are young.

Got breath in your lung a move on the crowd.
You have sung words on your tongue.
Oh you sing them loud.

You are young.
Got breath in your lung a move on the crowd.
You have sung words on your tongue.

Oh you sing them loud.