Besedila: Black Box Recorder. Girl Singing In The Wreckage.

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 kiss, 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