The town’s alive, the middle kids are high
The music’s emotive, the briefs well designed
It is easy lays, laid out on their backs
It is heartache, perfection, no need to feel attached
All of the young love, the pretty young love
But there was another…
He grows so old, his good wife she knows
That love, true love, would let him go
It’s all around in sympathetic frames
The aftertaste of lives they led though nothing else remains
It’s a tragedy of epic proportion
A romance in ruins, so one word of caution
All of the young love, you’re pretty young love
I’ll be your black instruction
These desparate days of separated dreams
Well one rolls over, the other one screams
“Get off, get off”, there’s no room to breathe
For better or worse, though there’s no sense in leaving
All of the young love, you’re pretty young love
I’ll be your black instruction
Well it caught us by surprise, like a lightning bolt from the sky
And there weren’t much that we could do, it was all in tune
All of the young love, you’re pretty young love
I’ll be your black instruction