K "full blown youth"

god I gotta get away from here
there's too many people
dead inside their dirty lives
we're running out of flowers

and god is a beautiful girl
lips like the wet skin of sweet fruit
and heaven is whatever she says
should she ever speak to you

I was born to run
I've studied tears and rain
and a little boy's nose in worn clothes
of handed down pain

god I gotta get away from here
there's too many people
dead inside their dirty lives
we're running out of flowers

and god is a beautiful girl
lips like the wet skin of sweet fruit
and heaven is whatever she says
when she holds your hand and speaks to you