Sixteen - text
Waltzing daydream serenade
Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
So very different but nothing changes
Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
So very different but nothing changes
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
Crumpled up discarded, catalogued, forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
Crumpled up discarded, catalogued, forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Cause we’re all alone
We’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Cause we’re all alone
We’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We’re all alone
We’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We’re all alone
We’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
