Album: In Gorbachev We Trust
I know that something very strange is happening to my brain
I'm either feeling very good, or else I am insane
The seed s of doubt you planted have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must yield to the wisdom of a child
And it's love you bring, of that I can't deny
With your wings, I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing, sweet young thing
People try to talk to me, they're words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down
I'm turned on to the sunset like I've never been before
And I listened for your footsteps and your knock upon my door
And it's love you bring, of that I can't deny
With your wings, I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing, sweet young thing
And it's love you bring, with dreams of bluer sky
The morning sings and I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing, sweet young thing
Sweet young thing, sweet young thing
Sweet young thing, sweet young thing