Sixteen Lyrics - Funeral For A Friend

Waltzing, daydream serenade 

And preaching God and country, like lines on a telegraph 

Seems like we all want to be 

So very different but nothing changes 

Young and defenseless, waiting son at arms 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

Young and defenseless, waiting son at arms 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

We all end up like magazines 

Crumpled up discarded, cataloged, forgotten 

Read the pages that are free 

Living something careless, just sixteen all over 

Young and defenseless, a waiting son at arms 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

Young and defenseless, a waiting son at arms 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

We're all alone, we're all alone 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

Beating hearts against the tide 

Beating hearts against the tide 

Young and defenseless, a waiting son at arms 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

Beating hearts against a tide of one 

We're all alone, we're all alone 

Beating hearts against a tide of one, go