Sixteen — Funeral For A Friend

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, cataloged 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