Good Die Young - Patrick Droney

If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist

Well I would find a choir and a cathedral

Sing every hymn I know

To find a miracle

To turn the time, and find a way to freeze it

The good die young, it was a hell of a ride

It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light

It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife

It was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young?

Why do the good die young?

Well I can’t sing a song to make it true you still exist

And trust me that’s a certain kind of sorrow

Cause' everywhere I go, I see you and I don’t

Yeah we had a yesterday, but no tomorrow

The good die young, it was a hell of a ride

It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light

It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife

It was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young?

Why do the good die young?

And if you’re out past the satellites

I’m looking up to the stars tonight

Do what I can just to stay alive

And it’s so hard not to look behind, I

Wish I could find you a way back home and

Hear your voice through the telephone, it’s

The little things that I miss the most, no I’ll never know

Why the good die young, it was a hell of a ride

It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light

It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife

It was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young?

Why do the good die young?

Why do the good die young?