Lips

What's the price of being young
Tie me up for dark love
Shiver down my empty spine
What's the price of being young

I think her lips are close to mine
Her eyes are loosely gone
Painted nails have fallen off
I think her lips are close to mine

I hope there's sugar in your tea
And I'll grow my hair right now
Prison don't seem fair right now
I hope there's sugar in my tea

What's the price of being young
Tie me up for dark love
Shiver down my empty spine
What's the price of being young