Sweet Young Thing
I noticed there's something
Very strange is happening in my brain
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane
The seeds I doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must kneel
Before the wisdom of a child
And this love you bring
No, that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing
People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
I resist all their attempts to try
And drag me down
Turn on to the sunset
Like I've never done before
And I listen for your footsteps
As you knock upon the door
'Cause this love you bring
No, that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing
And this love you bring
No, that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing