Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

History in the makin' This could be one of those memories The one we can't forget Baby, this could be our last first kiss What if this was that moment We wanna hold on to, cling to The thought of forever That chance worth takin'

Youngbloods young hearts alike Let the fires burn inside your eyes We won't give up these memories We won't go near those cemeteries Youngbloods run free forever Forget the death that's ever nearer This life is for the keeping Youngbloods, youngbloods,

Forget our memories Forget our possibilities (Just give me myself back and) What you were changing me into Take all your faithlessness with you Sometimes I'm in disbelief, I didn't know I don't need one more day, of you wasting me away Sometimes I need