You're much too young to be living like this
It's a time of renovation
This world's gone mad; I must be losing my mind

But I'm patiently going through the motions
It seems that things are warmer near the ocean
If you wanna be specific, I see me in the Pacific

And this one's for the fall
And this one's for the love we never will
Oh, whoa

Sometimes you've gotta dig through the dirt and all the roots
You gotta get down and dirty
Through all our plastic friends and now we left their mouths on mute
No one can hear you

We want it all
And all I want my dear
Is a simple taste

We want it all
And all I want my dear
Is a simple taste (taste of revenge and your tears)

It seems that things are warmer near the ocean
But I'm patiently going through the motions
It seems that things are warmer near the ocean
If you wanna be specific, I see me in the Pacific

And this one's for the fall
And this one's for the love we never will
Oh, whoa
And this one's for the dream
And everybody screams
Oh, whoa

We're way too young to be living like this
We're much too young to be living like this

And this one's for the fall
And this one's for the love we never will
Oh, whoa
And this one's for the dream
Yeah everybody screams
Oh, whoa
We will never sleeps as long as everybody sings, go!
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa

And [bad word] on and sing (oh, whoa, oh, whoa)