It's my primary instinct to protect the child
Girl singing in the wreckage
My dress is torn  my hair is wild
Girl singing in the wreckage
My first kiss  my early boyfriend
Girl singing in the wreckage
Wet weekends  new years eve parties
Girl singing in the wreckage
Hour after hour after hour
Hour after hour after hour
My 18th birthday  I'll die of boredom
Girl singing in the wreckage
My private world is smashed right open
Girl singing in the wreckage
My 1st trip  my expectations
I had a dream that it would end like this
No destiny  No destination
You hit the ground and then it stops
Hour after hour after hour
Hour after hour after hour
Hour after hour after hour
Hour after hour after hour
I miss my hometown  it's nothing special
Call my parents let them know I've arrived
My primary instinct is to protect the child
Send the postcard from the airport