Young Hearts - Axe

Young hearts beating

In the middle of the night

Sounding like the thunder

Of some sacrificial rite

And the young hearts bleeding

For the freedom of their youth

Struggle in the back seat

Find out the truth

Young hands reaching

For the goal they can’t attain

His blood begins to boil

When he thinks that it’s in vain

And a young heart burdered

With the weight of vanity

Summons all her strength

To save her purity

They keep asking questions

They keep hearing lies

Don’t tell the children

Cover their eyes

Remember the warning

And all it implies

We’re seeing the dawn of

Yesterday’s skies

They keep asking questions

They keep hearing lies

Don’t tell the children

Cover their eyes

Remember the warning

And all it implies

We’re seeing the dawn of

Yesterday’s skies

They keep asking questions

They keep hearing lies

Don’t tell the children

Cover their eyes

Remember the warning

And all it implies

We’re seeing the dawn of

Yesterday’s skies