High strung and poorly hung
I think we're much too young
I hear a sound from your left lung
A melody so beautifully sung
Sarcasm spread your wings
Oh, what sweet joy it brings
Come home, the whole town sings
They will greet us like kings
To everyones delight we crash at the speed of light
So deep in the whitest white
This could have been our burial site
Well, okay, I am here for the loyalist
I wanna see its face and okay
I am here for the loyalist
This is the nesting place

INVIA LE CORREZIONI