Keep the noise low, She doesn?t want to blow it. 
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around" 
Quickens your heartbeat, It beats me straight into the ground 
You don?t recover from a night like this. 
A victim, still lying in bed - completely motionless. 
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. 
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, 
"This is so messed up." 
Upon arrival the guests had all stared, 
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs. 
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch. 
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships. 
(Up the stairs, the stat
At Last lyrics

you wrote your number on the back of his hand
he made a promise you made a plan
he was happy told all of his friends
he had found someone to release him again, at last
talk to him baby, tell him what now
are you glad he made it without breaking down
well he broke down sometime should have seen him cry
ou
ion where the act becomes the art of growing up.) 
He keeps his hands low, 
He doesn't wanna blow it. 
He's wet from head to toe, and his eyes give her the up and the down. 
His stomach turns, and he thinks of throwing up 
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself 
The tickle, the taste of... 
It used to be the reason I breathe,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself. 
 
She hits the lights, 
This doesn't seem quite fair. 
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared. 
She's 
Raspberry Rush lyrics

Down the ferry, our eyes eager for Indians,
down the ferry with wild Irish you never know where you are.
And you never know our eyes, eager for Indians.
Down the ferry with wild eyes even lately.
Where you're wearing a dirty coat of sound.
reathing quiet and smooth, 
He is gasping for air. 
"This is the first and last time", he says 
She fakes a smile, and presses her hips into his. 
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. 
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like. 
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. 
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her. 
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. 
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for... 
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.) 
So much more than he could ever give, 
A life full of lies and meaningful relationships. 
He keeps his hand
Afscheid lyrics

De jongeman loopt hard
In een winterlandschap
De bomen zijn naakt
Verdwaald in de tijd
Verdwaald in zijn hart
De herinnering het afscheid
Van wat eens was
Verloren in de tijd
Vaarwel
Tot ziens mijn lieve kind
De man op de hoek
Schreeeuwt wat gebaart wat
Niemand kijkt op
Van een onheilsprofeet
Het leven v
s pinned down at his sides, 
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his gut to subside. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reason that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself. 
The tickle, the taste of 
It used to be the reason that I breathed,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself. 
 
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes, the art of growing old. 
 
The fever, the focus, 
The reason that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. 
Die young and save yourself. 
The tickle, the taste of 
It used to be the reason that I breathed,  
but now it's choking me up. 
Die young and save yourself.