A Young Man and His Woman Songtext
von Tusmørke

Youth sleeping in phone booths
Living out a piece of raw urban truth
Getting along on friendship and love
And all of that crap
Feeding off begging and scraps

But oh, do I miss those days
When adventure was free
For a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman


But oh, do I miss those days
When adventure was free
For a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman

Suits carrying notebooks
Living out a piece of new human truth
Getting along on paper results
And all of that crap
Financial satanical cults

But oh, do I miss those days
When adventure was free
For a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman


But oh, do I miss those days
When adventure was free
For a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman