Telefon Tel Aviv - a younger version of myself, Lyrics

The time we knew nothing about
The promises made
Hidden from doubt
The things we were told before we were old
Our weakness foretold our losses yet to come

They herded us up to wait in a line
None of us noted the passage of time
A book with a page on the cruelty of age
And the wars they would wage in the name of our unhappy sons

Our friends have not abandoned us yet
Sisters and brothers!
Decisions regret of passion bereft when nothing is left
But the emptiness that became the only thing we knew

Last night I woke from a shout
The glow of the street light shone from without
The dust of our dreams suspended in beams
In the hollow place that once belonged to you