simple kids in the field young love it made us sick trapped doors and turbulence start kicking at the whip you say you re not the man you could ve been if we d married when you turned sixteen i am disturbed the sentiment you second guess my tolerance young love it made us sick x 4 i couldn t be the diplomat you always made a point from that hanging my words upon a line to disconnect and then combine you were never at your best feeding off scraps of happiness the turn is off it s lingering more or less stay close to your troubles don t let them interfere with your sense of wonder until it disappears