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 car
My early boyfriends
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 eighteenth birthday I'll die of boredom
Girl singing in the wreckage
My private world is smashed wide open
Girl singing in the wreckage
My first trip
My expectation
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 a postcard from the airport