Young Hearts (Home, Close)

Hold the night, toll the light, make my dreams away. Daylight creeps, shadows weep, to my fist she holds.

Two black eyes and butterflies, she gave to me.
Stomach churning, romance burning – that’s how it’s been. Walk a long road to love’s arrest, involuntary. Bruised young hearts with violent scars, that’s you and me.

Pour yourself over me, fix your eyes on mine.
To the road, heart and soul, lets see the other side.

Two black eyes and butterflies, she gave to me.
Stomach churning, romance burning – that’s how it’s been. Walk a long road to love’s arrest, involuntary. Bruised young hearts in fits and starts, that’s you and me.

Written by Billy Barratt and David Vincent.

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