Come On Youth (Slow Club)

One final trip onto the coast To see the sea at its host I had to stop my lips from making The most of foreign sounds With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground Because you're just a myth Oh now Charles you've killed the choir The boy set himself on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret Or forgive and forget If you're gonna forgive at all Cold is comfort, comfort is cold Fade back into the wallpaper And think about what you've done to her Don't cry yourself to sleep now It's a reaction at least These satellites don't care for subtle moves As we push through knee-high waste seafood Picking up silver and gold From some flooded trophy room Oh now you're just a myth Oh now Charles you've killed the choir The boy set himself on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret Or forgive and forget If you're gonna forgive at all Cold is comfort, comfort is cold Yes it's cold Yes it's cold Yes it's cold