Age of Immature Mistakes - Jars Of Clay

Dark thoughts are tangled, I’m spinning into gold

Sewn in a sweater you can wear when it gets colder

I wrote a letter on the pages of your mind

With a sentimental rhyme

Made you a ringtone with a voice that sounds like mine

Saying «the boy of your dreams is calling», when I’m calling

I spent my money on the things that you can break

Love in the age of immature mistakes

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Like hearts in the hands of a child 'till they break them up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Heartbreak’s a killer on the lose, it’s after me

Using words like oceans, crashing waves, and stormy seas

I have my umbrella as a means to protect me

From love in the age of immature mistakes

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Like hearts in the hands of a child 'till they break them up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Make it up, make it up, it up, it up, it up, it up, it up, it up, it up

Lover I’ll treat you like water from a cloud

I’ll turn you to wine and drink you down

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Like hearts in the hands of a child 'till they break them up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up

Don’t know enough about love so we make it up