A Wasted Youth Is Better By Far

Storm The Castle Stem The Tide Rise Above Yourself Cry Baby Cry Cry Cry To Heaven If That Doesn't Do It For You Go Ahead And Cry Like Hell

It Was Always Summer And The Future Called We Were Ready For Adventure And We Wanted Them All And There Was So Much Left To Dream And So Much Time To Make It Real

A Wasted Youth Is Better By Far Than A Wise And Productive Old Age.

You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth, It Must Have Been While You Were Kissing Me.

Dreams They Come And Go, But Thoughts Like Love Will Always Grow.