Sweet Young Thing

I noticed there's something very strange is
happening in my brain
I'm either feeling very good or else I am insane
The seeds I doubt you planted have started to
grow wild
And I feel that I must kneel before the wisdom
of a child
And this love you bring no that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet Young Thing
People try to talk to me, their words are ugly
sounds
I resist all their attempts to try and drag me
down
Turn on to the Sunset, like I've never done
before
And I listen for your footsteps as you knock
upon the door
'Cause this love you bring no that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet Young Thing
And this love you bring no that I can't deny
With your wings I can learn to fly
Sweet Young Thing