Young Man Lyrics

Slow Hollows Young Man

Heaven complicate my every move
No, my little world wasn't made for you
Views kinda skewed on trust
We're made to be rolling numbers
I haven't seen a death that's hurt more than a few bad thoughts
And I live everyday knowing that I'm never gonna die

Heaven complicate my every move
No my little world wasn't made for you
I will break the part
I don't feel eager to take part in anything

Now the light flares burn you up
I heard they think your days don't start
Love to the family I forgot
The fault is spread like days we talk
Excuse my decision to stay cold
The breeze doesn't dry it stirs up dust
And I don't think I've seen too much
Pardon my dullness, what's my part?