Young Love

Young love, young love bent out of shape

Two hands, two hands trying to hold on to that chase

What happened to those hopeful lands

Those glory days

I hope, i hope its not too late

You see me, i hold you

Ever since the touch

I felt the rush of young love

I cant help but want you dear

Can you hear me call for you

Can you hear me calling out young love

Dont slip away

Do you remember in summers heat

We went underneath the tallest trees

Pulled into each others arms

Away from the world too cold

Do you remember that summers heat

You see me, i hold you

Ever since the touch

I felt the rush of young love

I cant help but want you dear

Can you hear me call for you

Can you hear me calling out young love

Dont slip away

Can you hear me calling out young love

Can you hear me calling out young love

Dont disappear