Waltzing day dream serenade Preaching god and country Like lines on a telegraph Seems like we all want to be So very different But nothing changes [Chorus] x2 Young and defenceless A waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one We all end up like magazines Crumpled up discarded, catalogued forgotten Read the pages that are free Living something careless Just sixteen all over [Chorus] x2 Cause were all alone, were all alone Beating hearts against a tide of one [Chorus] x2 Were all alone, were all alone Beating hearts against a tide of one
beating, tide, x2, alone, catalogued