They say there's
little left to smile about
The daily race to hammer out fears
Drowning voices and listening
takes too long to think about
In the void of twenty years
Where are the open ears
to share our sonic souvenirs
When storytelling disappears?
A musician's heart
is not a happy one
Cut through a million voices online
on eighty -eight to ninety -one
It flies another singer gone
Are we ever going to find a crowd
so old that you left?
To major labels
you know you'll always be a little
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too dumb before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too dumb before
The drumming man whose
heart proceeded him
Took us in, gave us a bitter nap
A shot of cephali for Quinn
Refused to make them think again
We'll keep their heart on stage with us
When competition's vigorous
We owe so much to Icarus
There's no
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hard,
too soft to break away
Too donned before
Too done before
Too soft, too great for waste
Too done before
Too young, too old, too hot,
too soft, too great for waiting