Tim Bowness - The Film Of Your Youth

Stampeding through the dark,
You're practising the art
Of wiping out tomorrow.

A tyrant and a lark,
A part and not a part,
A hostage to your sorrow.

The film of your youth
Is playing tonight,
About how you became
A monster you'd fight.

Salvation's for the birds,
You can never put it right.

The film of your youth
Is playing tonight."

Written by:
TIM BOWNESS

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