Sweet Young Thing

I know that something very strange is happening to my brain
I'm either feeling very good or else I am insane
The seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild
But feel that I must yield before the wisdom of a child

And it's love you bring
No that I can't deny
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing

People try to talk to me their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down
Turned on to the sunset like I've never done before
And I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door

And it's love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things
When I see them in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet young thing