Young Minds - Handshake

Sunday morning

pull it together

and open up your eyes

we are your sons and daughters

in disguise

raging nights

of tears and of laughter

and nothing in between

the things that we see

but cannot recognize

as notions to fear

failed conclusions

burning desire

mistake for love

stumbling on

but we never get enough

trembling hearts

so eager to worry

and wisdom to reject

oh how we plunge ourselves

into a state of turning away

of turning away

of turning away

of turning away

tear it up

and put it together

altered every time

a haircut, a nail

the apple of your eye

sunday evening

try to remember

what it was we said

we are the sons and daughters

of the dead

still trying to live

still trying to live

still trying to live

still trying to live

na na na na

na na na…