Come On Youth

One final trip onto the coast

To see the sea at its host

I had to stop my lips from making

The most of foreign sounds

With one road in and one road out

I never thought to pray for drought

But even if I did

I'd be talking to bones in the ground

Because you're just a myth

Oh now Charles you've killed the choir

The boy set himself on fire

Come on youth, don't give in

Like the very last bowling pin

Do you love to regret

Or forgive and forget

If you're gonna forgive at all

Cold is comfort, comfort is cold

Fade back into the wallpaper

And think about what you've done to her

Don't cry yourself to sleep now

It's a reaction at least

These satellites don't care for subtle moves

As we push through knee-high waste seafood

Picking up silver and gold

From some flooded trophy room

Oh now you're just a myth

Oh now Charles you've killed the choir

The boy set himself on fire

Come on youth, don't give in

Like the very last bowling pin

Do you love to regret

Or forgive and forget

If you're gonna forgive at all

Cold is comfort, comfort is cold

Yes it's cold

Yes it's cold

Yes it's cold