Young hearts beating
in the middle of the night
sounding like the thunder
of some sacrificial rite.
And the young hearts bleeding
for the freedom of their youth
struggle in the back seat,
find out the truth.
Young hands reaching
for the goal they can't attain,
his blood begins to boil
when he thinks that it's in vain.
And a young heart burdened
with the weight of vanity
summons all her strength
to save her purity.
They keep asking questions,
they keep hearing lies.
Don't tell the children,
cover their eyes.
Remember the warning
and all it implies.
We're seeing the dawn of
yesterday's skies.
They keep asking questions,
they keep hearing lies.
Don't tell the children,
cover their eyes.
Remember the warning
and all it implies.
We're seeing the dawn of
yesterday's skies.
They keep asking questions,
they keep hearing lies.
Don't tell the children,
cover their eyes.
Remember the warning
and all it implies.
We're seeing the dawn of
yesterday's skies.