Songtext von Come On Youth

One final trip on to the coast To see the sea, and its host I had to stop my lips from making The most of foreign sounds With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground Because you're just a myth And the chance you've killed the choir And the boy set him self on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret, Or forgive and forget? If you're going to forget it all Cold is comfort Comfort is cold This is cold Fade back into the wallpaper And think about What you've done to her Don't cry yourself to sleep now It's a reaction at least These satellites don't care for subtle moves As we push through knee-high waste seafood Picking up silver and gold From some flooded trophy room And you're just a myth And the chance you've killed the choir And the boy set him self on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret, Or forgive and forget? If you're going to forget it all Cold is comfort Comfort is cold Yes it's cold Oh it's cold Yes it's cold