Youthanasia

Bare knees on the asphalt

Skinned hands

Iron taste

We were saints in leather jackets

Daring God to blink first

Spray-paint crowns on the train cars

Pocketknives and prayers

Laughing at the warnings

Breathing rust and summer air

Youthanasia

We were burning on the wire

Trading every tomorrow for a second more of fire

Raise your scars like a flag into the night

If we die a little younger

We still lived it twice as bright

We carved vows in the bus stop

Blood-ink on the glass

Saying “nothing’s gonna touch us”

As the sirens screamed past

Graduation in a graveyard

Names we used to know

We drank to missing faces

Swore we’d never grow old

Youthanasia

We were burning on the wire

Trading every tomorrow for a second more of fire

Raise your scars like a flag into the night

If we die a little younger

We still lived it twice as bright

Do you hear them

Calling?

Old songs in a cracked cassette (hey!)

Every echo

Falling

Still I can’t regret

Youthanasia

We were burning on the wire

Trading every tomorrow for a second more of fire

Raise your scars like a flag into the night

If we die a little younger

We still lived it twice as bright

Youthanasia

Write our names across the sky

Let the thunder be the witness

As we kiss the past goodbye

Hold this moment

Let it never turn to dust

If we vanish like a rumour

We still lived the way we must