Wasted on the Young

In the afternoon sun you are a thirsty leaf
 Skin swelled hard from its summer reach/hanging at my house little pixie thief/with stories of love not yours yet to teach
 I'll pen your portrait in a shade so blue
 You'll see yourself singing what the heart can lose
 Dance to the words that your soul makes true of campfire parties in the trees with no shoes
 Beauty, you're not wasted on the young
 Before the fruit falls from its coarse winter bark/it kisses with the night until sweet with dark/you have its laughter and its beauty mark/a lover of the night, its pitch black spark
 Before the fruit falls from its coarse winter bark
 Just like thunder leaving secrets in the rain/music of destruction, ecstasy, surge and strain/parallel the longing in the sky white vein/speak to me in those tongues like flame
 It kisses with the night until sweet with dark/you have its laughter and its beauty mark/a lover of the night, its pitch black spark
 Just like thunder leaving secrets in the rain
 Music of destruction, ecstasy, surge and strain/parallel the longing in the sky white vein
 Speak to me in those tongues like flame