Hesitate, hesitate, wondering
Watching youth, watching their hankering
Sitting here, feeling it, now and then
Wishing it, was about us again
Hesitate, hesitate, wondering
Watching youth, watching their hankering
Sitting here, feeling it, now and then
Wishing it, was about us again
Time will make you safe but years are running out
Safe will feel like boredom but more permanent
Any eyes on us are likely cherished
I don't think that we can speak this language anymore
Give me irony to realize that all these years
We were driven by our insecurities and fears
Let it sink in like it never did with you before
Could it be that there was never such a thing as a true motive
And now the years have passed
And all the tears are shed
And under all that insincerity
Who was ever really young?
And if you look beyond
Beyond the masquerade
Obscuring all that insincerity
Was I ever really young?
Was I ever really ever really young?
(I wonder what they are thinking)