Young Minds Songtext
von Handshake

Sunday morning
Pull it together and open up your eyes
We are your sons and daughters in disguise

Raging nights of tears and of laughter
And nothing in between
The things I receive but cannot recognize
As notions to fear

Pale conclusions
Burning desire mistaken for love
Stumbling on but we never get enough

Trembling hearts so eager to worry
And wisdom to reject


Oh, how we plunge ourselves into a state
Of turning away

Of turning away
Of turning away
Of turning away

I tear it up and put it together
And alter it every time
A haircut, a name
The apple of your eye

Sunday evening
Try to remember what it was we said
We are the sons and daughters of the dead


Still trying to live
Still trying to live
Still trying to live
Still trying to live