She puts her dust under your fingers

And plays your strings

And moves with lust in the shadows

Of empty kings

She says

You lack imagination

You dream her there

She lifts your heart up like a candle

Burning near

It's ok to be young

Before long

You'll be gone

You'll be gone

It's ok to be gone

Before long

You'll be young

You'll be young

She's like the nighttime always bleeding

Into the light

And like the love you always need now

To be right

She says

Give up now surrender

With empty hands

You hold them up over your shoulder

As she commands

It's ok to be young

Before long

You'll be gone

You'll be gone

It's ok to be gone

Before long

You'll be young

You'll be young

It's ok to be young

Before long

You'll be gone

You'll be gone

It's ok to be gone

Before long

You'll be young

You'll be young

She says

You lack imagination

She says

You lack imagination

She says

You lack imagination

She says

You lack imagination