Besedila: Sun (The). Blame It On The Youth. We Tried.

Up above all the clamor
Invisible reactions of the hopeless who failed to try
Only looking the reasons
To wash away the tears that I am sorry I made you cry
And I'm only believing
The comfort that I'm finding in between all the playful lies
I'm holding out for the season
To turn around and open up a beautiful cloudless sky