Tusmørke - A Young Man & His Woman lyrics

Youth sleeping in phone booths Living out a piece of raw urban truth Getting along on friendship and love And all of that crap Feeding off begging and scraps But oh, do I miss those days When adventure was free For a thrill seeking young man and woman A young man and his woman Suits carrying notebooks Living out a piece of new human truth Getting along on paper results And all of that crap Financial satanical cults But oh, do I miss those days when adventure was free for a thrill seeking young man and woman A young man and his woman