It's my primary instinct
To protect the child
My dress is torn my hair is wild
Girl singing in the wreckage
My first car my early boyfriend
Girl singing in the wreckage
Wet weekend 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 first 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