Age of Innocence

We dismiss the back roads

To ride these streets unafraid

Resigned to scraping paint

From our bones unashamed

No more the eye upon you

No more the simple man

Desolation yes hesitation no

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have guessed all is never shown

Desolation yes hesitation no

And in my prayers I dream alone

A silent speech to deaf ear

If you want love you must be love

But if you bleed love you will die loved

No more the lie upon you

Cast into stone and autumn shade

Desolation yes hesitation no

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have sensed we won't make it home

Desolation yes hesitation no

Before the rites of spring - Come to mean all things

A little taste of what may come - A mere glimpse of what has gone

Cause for the moment we are free - We seek to bind our release

Too young to die too rich to care too fucked to swear that I was there

Desolation yes hesitation no

Desolation yes hesitation no

As you might have guessed we won't make it home

Desolation yes hesitation no