M. Ward and First Aid Kit - too young to die

Remember running with a homemade transistor into the nowhere of the night
Picking up transmissions in a code from a host of foreign satellites
It said, teach a kid guitar he'll be broke for the rest of his life
But too young to die

First heard that from an old guy
I'm too young to die
Spray-painted on the half-pipe
Too young to die

And sailing, sometimes failing, that's the only way, the only way to fly
Crying, sometimes wailing, that's the only way that we learn how to try
With my face down in the mat, the champ says, are you too old to fight?
Or too young to die?

First heard that from an old guy
I'm too young to die
Cacti blooming up the hillside
Too young to die

So if you're feeling like King Kong at the end of his do-or-die
And hearing voices of a girl against the engines of a kamikaze flight
As he held her to his chest, do you remember the words that she cried?
She said, you're too young to die

And too young to die am I
Too young to die
And too young to die am I
Too young to die

Written by:
Matthew Stephen Ward

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