When They Were Young

(アルバム： Hill Of Beans - 2019)

This for those who were lucky enough to fall in love
When they were young
Not just that usual teenage stuff
A fumble of feelings all fingers and tongues
Intertwining breath, touch like trembling leaves

This is for those who were really free
Though locked in a mutual field of vision
Each other's eyes are all they see
A jail without walls an open prison
Even when apart, in earshot of the heart

And this is for those who knowing the risk
Threw caution to the wind of chance
Abandoned in the singing mist
As on the precipice they danced
Seeds of sycamore, spinning to the floor

This is for those who without complaint
Lay on a bed of their own making
Their sated hunger left them faint
Through fitful sleep to cruel awakening
For their pity's sake the cradling bough must break

But this is for those who loved so strong
That it shattered the rocks and left them making
Stunned into silence both deafened and dumb
By the terrible sound of one heart breaking
Charred and acrid breeze, lightning blackened trees

But this is for those who were lucky enough
To fall in love
When they were young