作词 : Benjamin Francis Leftwich

作曲 : Benjamin Francis Leftwich

I was only looking for the treasure in the dark

Not the tree's and people in the middle of the park

But the treasures buried beneath years and years of time

He put his hand in my hand and he told me, Son,

When they all come looking for you, where you gonna run?

Your hearts wired up to the eyes in your head and they're flashing bright.

I was only looking for the treasure in the dark

Not the tree's and people in the middle of the park

But the treasures buried beneath years and years of time

He put his hand in my hand and he told me, Son,

When they all come looking for you, where you gonna run?

Your hearts wired up to the eyes in your head and they're flashing bright.

I was only looking for the treasure in the dark

Not the tree's and people in the middle of the park

But the treasures buried beneath years and years of time

He put his hand in my hand and he told me, Son,

When they all come looking for you, where you gonna run?

Your hearts wired up to the eyes in your head and they're flashing bright.

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

I signed a deal with the devil and he took my soul

To a room with a table in the dark and cold.

I signed my name just the same as I’d done on the line before.

I was in the middle of the cliff and the sea

with a ditch right behind me that the ***** couldn't see

She came right at me with her teeth and her dress

And they both fell of

I signed a deal with the devil and he took my soul

To a room with a table in the dark and cold.

I signed my name just the same as I’d done on the line before.

I was in the middle of the cliff and the sea

with a ditch right behind me that the ***** couldn't see

She came right at me with her teeth and her dress

And they both fell of

I was only looking for the treasure in the dark

Not the tree's and people in the middle of the park

But the treasures buried beneath years and years of time

He put his hand in my hand and he told me, Son,

When they all come looking for you, where you gonna run?

Your hearts wired up to the eyes in your head and they're flashing bright.

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young

Be careful what you wish for when you're young