Old Flames

You wake wide-eyed and dumb your hopes they tick your feelings hum They've got you by the thumbs, skin swells like summer plums Alone, sixteen, and stoned; CD's so true, they sag your bones How does he know how it goes, Isn't he from Belleville Well I'll be from Belleville too How you spied on the grown and heard their secret singing In the church, in the bed All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to See if your skinned turned red If your skin's too thin to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) Yeah we're all too young to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) Gotta sing your sings and go about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) You trek dazzled through dust you feel your feelings start to rust And no one even cares, that you don't even care Sleep-addled sun-drunk you'd trade experience for some luck And that for heat from an old flame, that you lost like a baby tooth Now you're grown, all alone, you do your secret singing In some bars, in a bed All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to See if he turned you dead If your skin's too thin to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) Yeah we're all too young to know about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) Gotta sing your sings and go about it (Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh) Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh AAAhhhhh (continues) WooooaaahhhhhAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHooooooooooaahhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh