Testo di Sweet Young Thing

I know that something very strange is happening to my brain I'm either feeling very good or else I am insane The seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild But feel that I must yield before the wisdom of a child And it's love you bring No that I can't deny With your wings I can learn to fly Sweet young thing People try to talk to me their words are ugly sounds But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down Turned on to the sunset like I've never done before And I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door And it's love you bring With dreams of bluer skies All these things When I see them in your eyes Sweet young thing Sweet young thing