Look upon this sullen box
Peaceful and quiet
Not a word udder
Not a breath taking
Another angel on earth
Lay cold and still
So beautiful

I can almost hear you
Speak those words
You've said a million times
But the silence over powers
The day dream, while
The preacher starts to speak

"Too young"... "Too young"

Those words echo in my head
We were too young
Not a care in the world
Now no chance to make
It all right again.