There are fault lines
Running through those blue eyes
When you smile the world will change
Watching angels in dark sunglasses
I want to see these things
The way you see these things
City streets all flooded like Venice
We are baptized in music
Float on downtown
And high-heeled angels dark sunglasses
Screaming to find our voices in the crowd
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Blue eyes on the horizon
Hopes in their heavens
Wheels on the ground
And I knew it the moment I saw you
I'd always love you
My little dancing cloud
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Go my son find the ones that you love
And hope that they love you back
Go my son find the ones that you love
I hope that they love you back
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah
Young hearts want what they want
Want what they want
For better or for worse, yeah