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



Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Young and defenceless, 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



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

We're all alone

We're all alone

Beating hearts against a tide of one



Beating hearts against the 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