Craig Anthony | We Were Young

We Were Young

Written by C. Anthony

Climbing down from the hill on a cold October day

We were young and unafraid but times have changed

And men grow old and hearts grow cold

And people move on with things

But nothing changes

Build the wall tear it down and they don't make a sound

With your ear down to the ground

And then they come and they take your soul away

And they sell it back to you

They got you cornered with your back against the wall

And they want everything oh but nothing changes

No nothing at all because

There's a storm on the horizon

And it's coming for you in the night

Taking everything away from you

The sea is rising ever steady

It is breaking over every shore

It is washing over you

Close your eyes now

Marching men on the hill as the storm begins to blow

And the fields behind them burn

And then they come with their guns

With their anger and their fear

And they make you

And they make you a prisoner

But nothing changes no nothing