The Young Lyrics - Palana - Charlie Hilton

The nights begun 

and my braids have come undone 

they've fallen at your feet in a pile of thunder 

strange but not unkind 

all the mazes in our minds 

Lets go together now 

and let them take us under. 

Oh golden fire, 

We are down but we are not tired. 

We're just resting in these 

doldrums of your song. 

And all our work will travel on 

and leave us nothing to drink from. 

But this is not the time 

to be alone and worry, 

it might mean something to the young 

These things we've made 

how long can they parade? 

I feel them moving now their always leaving 

but so long and true 

are the times I look at you 

Your face is like a poem that I keep reading. 

And have we done anything for the young? 

Will they see these conclusions that we've drawn?