Young love

Young love isn’t something to hold onto forever.
It comes up behind you and bites you when you don't want it
It’s a high that you can’t come down from
Until it throws you down suddenly with the force of emptiness.

I want to climb a mountain and roll down a valley,
Then come up and proclaim the meaning of life to the world
Like a drunken sage who thinks he knows everything,
But knows only his own bliss and delusions.
I want to climb up a mountain and tumble down to the world.

When I am with you all I want is to hold your hands
And talk for hours about nothing at all.
Then stare into nothingness to fill us up, over-brimming,
With the feeling of eternal content, and the dread of the end of it all.

I want to climb a mountain and roll down a valley,
Then come up and proclaim the meaning of life to the world
Like a drunken sage who thinks he knows everything,
But knows only his own bliss and delusions.
I want to climb up a mountain and tumble down to the world.

The old clichés of love at first sight never seem to hold any weight,
Until your life lights on fire by the sparks two people can create.
I never want it to end, but it hasn’t even begun,
But that’s not what you want…is it?

I want to climb a mountain and roll down a valley,
Then come up and proclaim the meaning of life to the world
Like a drunken sage who thinks he knows everything,
But knows only his own bliss and delusions.
I want to climb up a mountain and tumble down to the world.