Patrick Park - The Lucky Ones lyrics

Each day the light gets born From the body of the night I'm torn Into the blaze of the sun lit morn I'm thrown So I do what I can With a beating heart and my own two hands And a thirst to understand this show And in the halls I hear it sung The youth is wasted on the young And these are words that can weigh a ton you know But one day you'll know what they meant When you wonder where the wonder went And all the world is sinking like a stone We are the lucky ones You mothers daughters you fathers sons Don't you grow old before your time We are the holy rollers Who take this weight upon our shoulders And make the best out of life Each night when the darkness dawns And from the troubles of the day I'm drawn Into the solace of the quiet song that grows In everything I hear and see And through the smoke in the air I breathe And over arms that cover me like home And on the streets where you hear it said Our last hopes have long been dead That's just the noise ringing in your head you know We are the lucky ones You mothers daughters you fathers sons Don't you grow old before your time We are the holy rollers We take this weight upon our shoulders And make the best out of life