Simple kids in the field
Young love it made us sick
Trapped doors and turbulence
Start kicking at the whip you say
You're not the man you could've been
If we'd married when you turned sixteen
I am understood the sentiment
You second guess my tolerance
Young love it made us sick
Young love it made us sick
Young love it made us sick
Young love it made us sick
I couldn't be the diplomat
You always made a point from that
Hanging my words upon a line
To disconnect and then combine
You were never at your best
Feeding off scraps of happiness
The turn is off it's lingering
More or less...
Stay close to your troubles
Don't let them interfere
With your sense of wonder
Until it disappears
Young love it made us sin
Young love it made us sin
Young love it made us sin
Young love it made us sin
Feeding off scraps of happiness
Young love it made us sin
Stay close to your troubles
Don't let them interfere
With your sense of wonder
Until it disappears