Twisted ankles on the cobblestone December wraps the earth in forgetful snow Cigarettes push pens in diaries Words drop like ash into the Seine Blows away Blows away Blows away Care to say Care to say The moment you decided to Walk away, walk away Must be the swing of the young, tongue Danced across meadows of crippled and plauged A race of martyrs and not one ashamed Only our ends know our beginnings And only our today truly knows our yesterday Yesterday Yesterday Care to say Care to say The moment you decided to Walk away, walk away Must be the swing of the young, tongue Care to say Care to say The moment you decided to Walk away, walk away Must be the swing of the young, tongue