This is the darkest hour, you're 22. The voice of youth, the hour of dread. The darkest hour, and your voice is new. Love is lost, lost is love. . Your country's new, your friends are new.
It's a God-awful small affair. To the girl with the mousy hair. But her mummy is yelling "No". And her daddy has told her to go. . But her friend is nowhere to be seen.