Boys Life - Small Black, Soul Clap

In light of luck

Which seems remote

Comes the loss of wonder

To see it go, I don’t bother anymore

That secret’s sold!

Hell I’ve made my own

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Wandered off to wade

A sea of pasts

The undiscovered leanings likely lost

Floating in Ozone Park

Can’t stay there, it’s true

But if you want to visit

You are welcome to

Least in your mind

Somewhere you can go

Least in your mind

Yet to yellow

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Pictures of youth

Picturing you

Pictures of you

Pictures of you

Pictures of you

Pictures of you

Pictures of you