Youth Is Wasted on the Young Video (MV)

Smoke-ring afternoon
The sun in a sling
Spinning
All come to meet her
On the record player
Sound tracked suffering
These were the days
Of catapulting

After dark
Armored in angst
In moonlit parks
In a drunken blur
We tattooed the words
Of Venus in furs

There's a line you wrote
A long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn't mind dying at all
If it were't for the songs I'd miss

Filming, blossoms falling
From the cherry trees
On pure ecstasy
And as we sulked
Like Russian spies

Out after dark
Deliberating
Court and spark
In a hail of broken glass
You told me
Nothing's built to last

There's a line you wrote
A long time ago
It goes something like this
I wouldn't mind dying at all
If it weren't for the songs I'd miss, oh

Youth is wasted on the young, oh
Oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh