Sorry for these hoops I put you through, my love Sorry for the looks I give to you, my love For all the doubts I cannot hide And that my eyes are always wide My love, my love, my love For in these times of global greed I don't even know my needs, my love, my love And I made up twenty-eight But I still need you to wait, my love, my love We're so old We're so young We're so old We're so young Set in our moulds Holding our guns We're so old We're so young So if I circle like a vulture 'Round the prey that is my culture It's not to counter you, my love If I clench up like a fist That you're trying to unpick It's not to knock you down And we're jealous of our parents' generation And we're angry at our parents' generation Still we seek their affirmation We're so old We're so young We're so old We're so young Set in our moulds Holding our guns We're so old We're so young Sorry that I had to write this song, my love That I have privacy so wrong, my love My love, my love, my love