The Only Young Ones Left

I woke up to find my body sleeping
With the pulse of the grass at naked feet, a boy and his balloon
Hallelujah voices calling out for me- all the stars build a map
I'm turning back, I've made the road by walking
Someone else blew an unheavenly trumpet
We found ourselves embraced by despair and terror
It brought chaos back into paradise
Brought the chaos back onto the island
The more I found out of you, the one I'm looking for, the less I dare to talk about

You are the only young ones left, you'll never grow up
So bring in the fact that you, like her, are perfectly imperfect, whole
You are the last ones under the sun, lucky ones brought by the tide
A perfectly imperfect hole to find
All the trees and the flowers spread out on me
Growing out of my mouth, growing where once my love prevailed
I keep, deliver us from grief
Reverse and throw them out to sea (?)



Credits
Writer(s): Maik Knappe, Niko Knappe
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