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? ©2005/Davis/Richardson/Thorogood
