Sixteen lyrics
by Funeral for a Friend
Waltzing day dream serenade
Preaching god and country
Like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
So very different
But nothing changes
[Chorus] x2
Young and defenceless
A waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
Crumpled up discarded, catalogued forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
[Chorus] x2
‘Cause we’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
[Chorus] x2
We’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one