Cultfever

Youth

Cultfever


We lost the simple
We lost the taste
We learned to worry
So we lost our way

We wait each other out
We weighed each other down

Back then floors ate us alive
We floated and moved just to hide
Had time, took time to notice
The night split us back into focus

You silly wrestle with youth

Sweet smell of the summer
When we were younger
And all we had to do was run with each other
We chased each other down
We chased each other out

Three cruisers and a light destroyer
Rolled waves of ozone to warn her
We count the wait 'cause we want the worst
We're mit out sound 'cause the light came first

Your silly wrestle with youth

Run through your instar
Which brood are you so we wait for
Insouciant man, so you say
Our muscle buckles tymbals shake