Immature

In the storm of solitude, my one reliant friend
That makes the heart beat faster then slows it to a calm again
I find some things of wonder that open up the doors, a few more notes of laughter
That bring some colour to these tired pores

Now everything I wanted seems so immature, all the time I wasted shines like gold
Everything I wanted seems so immature, all the time I wasted shines like gold
All the time I wasted shines like gold

Through my fits of laughter I try to make amends
For wicked thoughts I’ve had time and again
And promise that hereafter I’ll no longer be a slave
To greed and lust I’ll make my dreams behave
Cos you’d be so disappointed if you knew those fickle words
That were falling from my mouth to be heard
Now everything I wanted seems so seems so seems so seems so

Everything I wanted seems so immature
All the time I wasted shines like gold
Now everything I wanted seems so immature
All the time I wasted shines like gold
Now everything I wanted seems so, seems so seems so…

And it hurts to be so young, to be so misunderstood
Feeling all the bad take over the good
Oh everything I wanted seems so …

Everything I wanted seems so immature
All the time I wasted shines like gold
Everything I wanted seems so immature
All the time I wasted shines like gold
Everything I wanted seems so, seems so seems so…

And now I feel so ordinary
Now I feel so ordinary