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.
Chorus: 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 expectation.
I had a dream that it would end like this.
No destiny, No destination.
You hit the ground and then it stops.
CHORUS 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.