Briarwood Video (MV)

Beneath the grass
Tossing ante into the pot
Lowest wages
Just for fair
We don't know where we're headed
From here

There's an echo rising
Tripping up the stairs
Told we need to stop
We don't f*cking care

(Young, Younger Then)
(Woah)

Ceiling lights are faded
Lack of tired eyes
Where's my affidavit
Seen brighter skies

Pennies make a dollar
That's enough for me
Pass on through the cut
Just to get my tea

(Young)
We were young
(Younger Then)
Younger Then
Woah
(Young)
We were young
(Younger Then)
Younger Then
Woah
(Young)
We were young
(Younger Then)
Younger Then
Woah

Oh
Ah
Oh
Ah
Oh
Ah