| Song | Young Men |
| Artist | A Love Like Pi |
| Album | Atlas And The Oyster |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All the young men cry | |
| "We're so good at getting older | |
| That they ask us why we're not afraid | |
| Of getting colder" | |
| Oh, the young men die | |
| And the people shrug their shoulders | |
| Let them go | |
| I could find a hole | |
| Underneath the aisle | |
| Oh, my love would grow | |
| With each time you pass me by | |
| Where the good men go | |
| Every street is paved with gold | |
| But baby they don't let you bring anything |