there's no such thing as young   they just treat us wrong   i had a friend who died   i had another friend   who stayed alive   so what's the use in crying   it's a kind of lie   explaining takes too long   and no one listens   to the words in songs      and every night's the same   and every song's the same   and everything you say   just slips into the dark   and falls away      i went into a room   there was something to do   the light was turning grey   i don't recall the things   i had to say      and every night's the same   and every song's the same   and everything you say   just slips into the dark   and falls away