Youngblood (Let It Out) — Kids in Glass Houses

Young boy chasing his prayers upstairs A white light a red line And her thighs On his mind

Gotta let it Gotta let it Gotta let it out Let it out Let it

She was a young girl Whispers, her prayers Maybe, at midnight An invite It's pitch black And why why

Gotta let it Gotta let it Gotta let it out Let it out Let it

Take me somewhere new Take me somewhere new And the shoes you've grown into Will soon start wearing you

(Oh oh) (Oh oh)

Gotta let it Gotta let it Gotta let it out Let it out Let it

Young boys and young girls Upstairs somewhere