AGE OF INNOCENCE

we dismiss the back roads to ride these streets unafraid 
resigned to scraping paint from our bones unashamed
no more the eye upon you no more the simple man
desolation yes hesitation now
desolation yes hesitation now
as you might have guessed all is never shone
if you want love you must love
but if you bleed love you will die loved
no more the lie upon you 
cast in stone and autumn shade 
desolation yes hesitation no
desolation yes hesitation no
as you might have sensed we won't make it home
desolation yes hesitation no
before the rites of spring 
cone to mean all things
a little taste of what may come a mere glimpse of what has gone
coz for the moment we are free 
we seek to bind our release
too young to die too rich to care too fucked up to swear I was there
desolation yes hesitation no 
desolation yes hesitation no
as you might have guessed we won't make it home
desolation yes hesitation no