Charlie Hilton - The Young lyrics

The nights begun and my braids have come undone they've fallen at your feet in a pile of thunder strange but not unkind all the mazes in our minds Lets go together now and let them take us under. Oh golden fire, We are down but we are not tired. We're just resting in these doldrums of your song. And all our work will travel on and leave us nothing to drink from. But this is not the time to be alone and worry, it might mean something to the young These things we've made how long can they parade? I feel them moving now their always leaving but so long and true are the times I look at you Your face is like a poem that I keep reading. And have we done anything for the young? Will they see these conclusions that we've drawn?