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 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