Callow - Novo Amor

Hold your tongue we never swayed

Pour the faults all away

Cold in lungs and in face

A golden heart of what became

It was an awful lot for our young days

Is it love you want 'cus it's love you've made

The cheer within will find a home

The fear you bring burns below

I can taste the wait and watch you waste away

But I can't face the days you were born astray

It was an awful lot for our young days

And what an ache I've made for a hollow embrace

With the blood you flaunt why would you stay

I'm stackin' up on what I'll take

But the ballot doesn't hold your name

You're wrapping up when winter fades

I'm holding on the callow ways

It was an awful lot for our young days