i know that something very strange is happened to my brain i m either feeling very good or else i am insane the seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild and i feel that i must yield before the wisdom of a child and it s love you bring no that i can t deny and with your wings i can learn to fly sweet young thing people try to talk to me their words are ugly sounds but i resist all their attempts to try and bring me down turned on to the sunset like i ve never been before i listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door and it s love you bring no that i can t deny with your wings i can learn to fly sweet young thing and it s love you bring with dreams of bluer skies and the morning sings when i see it in your eyes sweet young thing sweet young thing