Lyrics

Is it in the choke of that first cigarette
Sneering at the good kids from the bike sheds in the wet
Breaking glass in empty buildings haunted by regret
At what point is it lost?

Is it in the thrill of that first real fight
Knuckles in the stomach of the boy that cries at night
Bloody mouths and cold sweat mixed in rivers of delight
At what point is it lost?

Is innocence worth anything
Does it have a cost
Is a life worth less without it
At what point is it lost?

Is it when the discovery begins
The hungry blood of adolescence running through our skin
Watching girls in summer blouses aching to get in
At what point is it lost?

Is innocence worth anything
Does it have a cost
Is a life worth less without it
At what point is it lost?

Tell me when is our innocence gone
When is it spent
Leaving our souls feeling like slept in clothes
Wondering where it all went
At what point is it lost?