If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist
Well I would find a choir and a cathedral
Sing every hymn I know
To find a miracle
To turn the time, and find a way to freeze it
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young?
Why do the good die young?
Well I can't sing a song to make it true you still exist
And trust me that's a certain kind of sorrow
'Cause everywhere I go, I see you and I don't
Yeah we had a yesterday, but no tomorrow
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young?
Why do the good die young?
And if you're out past the satellites
I'm looking up to the stars tonight
Do what I can just to stay alive
And it's so hard not to look behind, I
Wish I could find you a way back home and
Hear your voice through the telephone, it's
The little things that I miss the most, no I'll never know
Why the good die young, it was a hell of a ride
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
Why do the good die young?
Why do the good die young?
Why do the good die young?