Saying nothing. Seems the most heroic of words we can think to say. The ghost of you and me still haunting away. I still see your soft as sad eyes vividly. Now it's that time we physically separate. Then you'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again do it again. It's part of growing up. Off the edge of the cliff. Goes the vehicle carrying something happy. Love is hard to grasp even when it's easy. Tangible one day unrecognisable the next day. If you look a little more closely. Then you'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again do it again. It's part of growing up. Youngblood remember me. Look up at love don't be careless with my heart of a boy. Look down on love baby. From you what it destroys and erases. You'll never know. If it comes or goes. So don't become. Before you what's been done. Moments vanish in eternity open arms shut that bit more tightly. Our spirits vice tightening ever so slightly. And I still see your soft as sad eyes vividly. Now it's that time we physically separate. Then you'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again do it again. It's part of growing up. Then you'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again Youngblood. You'll do it again do it again. It's part of growing up