Young Men – A Love Like Pi – letras

All the young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why we’re not afraid of getting colder. »When the young men die, people shrug their shoulders,When they go.All the young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why we’re not afraid of getting colder. »When the young men die, the people shrug their shoulders,When they go…oh…I could find a hole,Underneath the aisle.Oh, my love would grow,With each time,You pass me by.Tell me how, t-tell me how-The young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why we’re not afraid of getting colder. »When the young men die, the people shrug their shoulders,When they go…oh…I could find a hole,Underneath the aisle.Oh, my love would grow,With each time,You pass me by.Tell me, oh, t-tell me, oh-The young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why we’re not afraid of getting colder. »When the young men die, the people shrug their shoulders,When they go-Do do do, do do do, do do do do dooBa-da-da-da-da-daaDo do do, do do do, do do do do dooBa-da-da-da-da-daaDo do do, do do do, do do do do dooBa-da-da-da-da-daaDo do do, do do do, do do do do dooWhere the good men go,Every street is paved with gold.But baby they don’t let you bring,Anything.Young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why, they ask us why-« Young men die and they barely shrug their shoulders,When they go.All the young men cry, « We’re so good at getting older,That they ask us why we’re not afraid of getting colder. »When the young men die, the people shrug their shoulders,When they go…woah…Yeah.