Girl Singing in the Wreckage - Black Box Recorder

It's my primary instinct

To protect the child

My dress is torn my hair is wild

Girl singing in the wreckge

My first car my early boyfriend

Girl singing in the wreckage

Wet weekend 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

Gril singing in the wreckage

My first 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