the sparks come down
arms flung out and falling
embers and other beauties we see
afar distances, oh
that can't be touched or known
and therefore can't be at all
It started out with wanting
and wishing on the moon
or other beauties we see
afar distances, oh
that can't be touched or known
and therefore can't be ruined
oh….
cinders that strike our minds
so bright the whole place burns right down
all that's left is me
all that's left is you
and memories of light and sound
were do we go from here…California?
Arizona's gone
it all seems like a defeat of sorts
or what comes after
and I'm too young
I'm too young for salvation
I'm too young for salvation, I'm too young