Matt Johnson - Jealous of Youth lyrics

It's funny how, as we grow old We cling to the past as we cling to the air And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there The town where innocence was bullied and flared The house where desire's first fluids bled But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust I wanna live I wanna live But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think There's a girl I used to know Who I think still lives 'round here Up there, on top of that council tower I was once her man At the midnight hour When I was as lusty as a dog Come moonshine or fog When our tongues would entwine Long and slow When we thought We'd never let each other go Oh no? But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust I wanna live I wanna live But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think Yet it's funny how as we grow old We curse and point our finger at those Those, those, those Who made us scared and made us old Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls Who have made us scared and made us old It was those, God It was those Who made us scared And made us old The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live I wanna live But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think