Vivid Youth

Back in time, sparks fly down beauty lanes And we're torching a tree and the smoke swirls back to me Paper mail, there's a firework on its way Epicurean arson is hot in flame again But ashes are grey in the day... Oh ashes are grey in the day... Yeah ashes are grey in the day... Mmmm... Vivid youth under our late evening sky Watching flames flicking up and I'm warming to your side Plan a time for a circumstantial crime Admonishing men, lighting aerosols and wine Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Are we lost, are we lost, are we lost... Mmmm...