Texty: The Sound. Heyday.

You're so young to be confused
Well I know the time it starts:
All the conflict seems to fuse
Leaving you in the dark.

Find yourself all at sea
Never thought they'd let you drown.
You were trying to find your feet
Can't believe they'd cut you down,
Can't believe they'd cut you down.

In your heyday
Heyday.
In your heyday
Heyday.

You've been pressured into the hard sell,
A victim of a nation's scheming.
As the expectations swell
You retreat inside your dreaming.