Please, don't tell me anymore,
There's a weight in your eyes, and it weighs on my heart,
Where have the children gone?
We were innocent once…that was so long ago,
Have we lost our way back home?
We have made mistakes I know, I know,
Don't tell me of better days,
There's a memory I have, it could be something I read,
Of laughter and cheap guitars,
In a house full of friends, it could have been one of ours,
They stayed up late we loved the stars,
I can't remember the rest, just a few parts,
I think they've lost something that they miss,
I wanna find that book, dust it of, and read it again,
There was hope in the end,
We were braver, still, when we were young,
And, when we were young we spoke in tongues.