He was there, just seventeen, searching for his life to breathe
She was there, naive as well, holding hands, spinning tales and they sighed
I'm always hungry for truth, I'll always swallow you
Building on the life they found, bright city lights in a quiet town
Not fitting in the normal scene, of cheerleaders and sports star dreams
To write a book or make some art, it's the little things that start the spark
That you carry onto your older days, surpass the cliffs and corporate games and they sighed
I'm always hungry for truth, I'll always swallow you
I'm always hungry for truth, I'll always swallow you
I'm always hungry for truth, I'll always swallow you"