Texty: Soft Cell. Youth.

Youth has gone
I heard you say
It doesn't matter
Anyway

Don't hide the photos
Or turn off the lights
I'm quite sure we've both seen
Funnier sights

Youth sleep
In a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Youth has gone
Though we're still young
It's hard, I know to believe
That I was somebody's son

The memories
Of what you once were
The memories of what
We both were

Youth sleep
In a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Youth has gone
And don't think I don't cry
We let ourselves slip
And now I ask myself why

I'm on my own
And don't think I really mind
When after all
The years have been fairly kind

Youth sleep
In a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Sleep
In a deep, deep sleep
Beauty is skin deep

Youth, youth, youth sleep