A Coming Of Age

Disco: A Coming Of Age [2010]
Autor: Andrew Laidlaw

Innocence fell at the first, oh to be young and naïve 

Plans that were reckless at most, picked them apart at the seams 

And my foolish pride said ‘I was made to love you, not to make up the numbers and wait’ 

 

Where’s the truth? 

Truth? I thought a promise meant I would be honoured 

Call it a coming of age, come too late 

 

Steadfast and surefooted once, now I just cling to the floor 

Footprints still warm to the touch, can’t feel my toes anymore 

As you slept I leaped to hurried-up conclusions and ill-advised delusions of grace 

 

Where’s the truth? 

Truth? I thought with labour that luck was contagious 

Call it a coming of age, come too late 

 

Jealousy swallows you up, sadness will follow you down 

Saccharine whispers of love ain’t no good to no one, no how 

And where fools rush in, well I run hell for leather, too late to make it better, too late 

 

That’s the truth, truth. I thought a friend meant someone to depend on 

Call it a coming of age, come too late