Sixteen के बोल

Altzing 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