it s cold outside and my hands are dry skin is cracked and i realize that i hate the sound of guitars a thousand grudging young millionaires forcing silence sucking sound forced into this conversation so i say shine let your planets collide this is the darkening down of my mind we could be making it oiling like crime we could be making it staking last dimes if you want to seize the sound you don t need a reservation now if you want to seize the sound you don t need a reservation the torch is passed it s yours to return lay at their feet now use it to burn for marketing the use of the word generation a false alliance of money persuading forcing silence sound sucking forced into this conversation now if you want to seize the sound you don t need a reservation shut down so open so young so target i can smell your heart so young so open i can smell your heart young so open i can smell your heart you re a target you re a target you re a target you re a target