Lyrics: Robert David Shields
Music: Robert David Shields
A more cynical child
You never could meet
Probably part-prodigy
I grow tired of myself
So tired of my shit
Ever the better for me
But what is control
If not empathy
I never needed to know
I just craw out my skin
And back to the sea
Ever the better to be
Don't try loving me sober
No, don't try make your peace
If a soft heart breaks ten-times over
We're seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
I need the emptiness to mean something
To keep me running till my heart gives out
Some kind of meaning in the madness
If I can stand it, If I can make it through the crowd
But it's you And it's me
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
A more cynical child
You never could meet
Probably part-prodigy
Don't try loving me sober
No, don't try make your peace
If a soft heart breaks ten-times over
We're seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
To keep me running till my heart gives out
Some kind of meaning in the madness
If I can stand it, If I can make it through the crowd
But it's you And it's me
Still seventeen, seventeen, seventeen