Young Galaxy - Youth is wasted on the young lyrics

Smoke-ring afternoon The sun in a sling Spinning All come to meet her On the record player Soundtracked suffering These were the days Of catapulting After dark Armored in angst In moonlit parks In a drunken blur We tattooed the words Of venus in furs There s a line you wrote A long time ago It goes something like this I wouldn t mind dying at all If it weren t for the songs I d miss Filming, blossoms falling From the cherry trees On pure ecstasy And as we sulked Like Russian spies Out after dark Deliberating Court and spark In a hail of broken gla** You told me Nothing s built to last There s a line you wrote A long time ago It goes something like this I wouldn t mind dying at all If it weren t for the songs I d miss, oh Youth is wasted on the young, ohh Ohh oohh oh oh oh oh