The Secret Society Letra

Creeper

The Stranger

Letra de The Secret Society
Because we’re young
Because we're young
They don’t think of us
They don't think of us
In summer swell, suburban hell, the callous heart rose and fell

We don’t love or hate
We don’t feel anything
We wince at the days that remain

The ghost of youth speaks so softly to toast the death of you and I