Take my hand let's see
where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans sometimes
it's just a one night stand
I'd be damned Cupid's demanding
back his arrow
So let's get drunk on our tears and
God, tell us the reason
youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season
and the lambs are on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars,
trying to light up the dark?