smoke ring afternoon the sun in a sling spinning all come to meet her on the record player soundtracked suffering these were the days of catapulting after dark armored in angst in moonlit parks in a drunken blur we tattooed the words of venus in furs there s a line you wrote a long time ago it goes something like this i wouldn t mind dying at all if it weren t for the songs i d miss filming blossoms falling from the cherry trees on pure ecstasy and as we sulked like russian spies out after dark deliberating court and spark in a hail of broken glass you told me nothing s built to last there s a line you wrote a long time ago it goes something like this i wouldn t mind dying at all if it weren t for the songs i d miss oh youth is wasted on the young ohh ohh oohh oh oh oh oh