Briarwood Lyrics

Beneath the grass

Tossing ante into the pot

Lowest wages

Darling, just for fair

We don't know where we're headed from here

There's an echo rising

Tripping up the stairs

Told we need to stop

We don't fucking care

(Young, Younger Then, Woah)

Ceiling Lights are faded

Lack of tired eyes

Where's my affidavit

Seen brighter skies

Pennies make a dollar

That's enough for me

I pass on through the cut

Just to get my Tea

(Young)

We were Young

(Younger Then)

Younger Then, Woah

(Young)

We were Young

(Younger Then)

Younger Then, Woah

(Young)

We were Young

(Younger Then)

Younger Then, Woah