Old Loaves - Teenage Dreams Lyrics

The night begins to soak the streets
The silence echoes
It's cold out there tonight
Under the mountain the boys all bleed
Pick up their teeth
A point to prove tonight
Holding the night; it's ours
Covers the bones
Desire out here tonight
Lies are crafted to cure the bastards
The cinders are alight
Walk home son to your mother's touch
She cradles tortured love
The night seems so delicate the villainy is all we have
I'm not ready to go
The girls leave for flashing lights; fortune deflates in heels
We're not ready for love
Running through the paths we find
Frozen stiff by teenage dreams
The rage of youth upon us
We drag damage home to hold