Stolen Chords

We were sparks in the endless dark, running wild, leaving our mark. Street lights blur as we tear through the haze, laughter echoes in the midnight maze. Skateboard scars on our scraped up knees, chasing highs under tangled trees. Bags of dreams we couldn't afford, pockets full of stolen cords. Feel the rush, the beat in our veins, nothing breaks these reckless chains. Juventude, burning bright, fists raised high into the night. We own the chaos, we own the fight. Juventude, hold on tight. First taste of rebellion. On our lips, secret spots where the wild ones meet. Tattooed as we swore to keep, dancing barefoot on broken sleep. Fading Polaroids of faces we knew, ghosts of summers that pulled us through. Feel the pull, the fire inside. No tomorrow, just this ride. Juventude, burning bright, fists raised high. Into the night, we own the chaos, we own the fight. Juventude, hold on tight. Now the years pull us under slow, memories flicker soft and low. Did we win or just let go but in the quiet I still feel the glow. Juventude, burning bright, fists raised high. Into the night, we own the chaos, we own the fight. Juventude, hold on tight. Hold on tight. And never say goodbye, burning bright, we were alive.