Lletres: Brave Citizens. Young.

There was a place in the hills by the bay
where we'd watch our ships pass, and lights flicker away
we would dig our hole there and let new worlds have their way
to be young and in love, yeah push the dirt 'cross our face.

all of the ones that had told us before
we would sing our laments drying up on the shore
to be young and in love, to be young and in love
we can sail through the night but we will never find land.

there was a night when the angels appeared
said "son it's alright, you can't see it from here,
but the heavens await, for those who will pay
we will stand at your door but we will never knock"

all of the ones that had told us before
we would sing our laments drying up on the shore
to be young and in love, to be young and in love
we can sail through the night but we will never find...
and all of the words that the sea floor could hold
swimming down by the weight of the waves as they fold
to be young and in love, to be young and in love
we can sail through the night but we will never find land