Young Ones کے بول

No time to break the fall, we run before we crawl No pill will ease your mind Just a little bit would make a difference No words can describe just how much, does it take To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old And all wave goodbye They've taken down the wall, so the young ones can taste freedom And the others have a reason to live You kill me with your lies Just a little bit would make a difference No words can describe just how much, does it take To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old And all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye There's no where to run to, I can't get inside Your tortured mind Is wasting away Just a little bit, just a little bit would make a difference No words can describe just how much, does it take To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old And all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye All wave goodbye, goodbye