Youth (live 1992)

Youth has gone, I heard you say
It doesn't matter anyway
Don't hide the photos, or turn out lights
I'm quite sure we've both seen funnier sites
Youth sleeps in a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Youth has gone
We're still young
It's hard I know to believe
That I was somebody’s son
The memories of what we once were
The memories of what we both were
Youth sleeps in a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Youth has gone
And don't think I don't cry
We've let ourselves slip and
Now I asked myself why

I'm on my own
And don't think I really mind
When after all the years have been fairly kind
Youth sleeps in a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Sleep in a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep
You
You
Sleep
Sleep

Martin Watkins on piano