Текст песни The The - Jealous of Youth
The The - Jealous of Youth слова песни
It`s funny how, as we grow oldWe cling to the past as we cling to the airAnd feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never thereThe town where innocence was bullied and flaredThe house where desire`s first fluids bledBut now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rustI`m getting jealous for youth`s first yearnings for lustI wanna liveI wanna liveBut I ain`t a big enough man to anything other than thinkThere`s a girl I used to knowWho I think still lives `round hereUp there, on top of that council towerI was once her manAt the midnight hourWhen I was as lusty as a dogCome moonshine or fogWhen our tongues would entwineLong and slowWhen we thoughtWe`d never let each other goOh no?But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rustI`m getting jealous for youth`s first yearnings for lustI wanna liveI wanna liveBut I ain`t a big enough man to anything other than thinkYet it`s funny how as we grow oldWe curse and point our finger at thoseThose, those, thoseWho made us scared and made us oldWho touched our bodies and bruised our soulsWho have made us scared and made us oldIt was those, GodIt was thoseWho made us scaredAnd made us oldThe autumn leaves are turning to the color of rustI`m getting jealous for youth`s first yearnings for lustI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveBut I ain`t a big enough man to anything other than thinkI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveI wanna liveBut I ain`t a big enough man to anything other than think