Going back to the town where we met,
images of you dancing in my head,
I remember swimming in the dark.
You took my hand we dove right in,
unafraid of anything,
getting lost in trees and waves-
your kiss hit like a hurricane.
All of these young loves,
how they burn us.
All of these young loves,
how we learn loss.
They called us young love,
so I can't blame us,
for thinking young love
could sustain us.
Singing long into the night,
your fingers wrapped in mine so tight.
You told me that you doubt the world,
but felt so sure I'd be your girl.
You came to me crying, looking for peace.
I tried to give you all that you need.
I guess this was the ending we could see
and never speak.
All of these young loves,
how they burn us.
All of these young loves,
how we learn loss.
They called us young love,
so I can't blame us,
for thinking young love
could sustain us.
Now I call you on the phone
and I hear silence on the end.
It's not the first time in feeling alone
in the arms of my best friend.
I still think about you and
you know I want the best.
All I ever wanted for you was
happiness.
and all of these young loves,
how they burn us.
All of these young loves,
how we learn loss.
They called us young love,
so I can't blame us,
for thinking young love
could sustain us.
