It's my primary instinct to protect the child
 Girl singing in the wreckage
 My dress is torn, my hair is wild
 Girl singing in the wreckage

 My first kiss, my early boyfriend
 Girl singing in the wreckage
 Wet weekends, new years eve parties
 Girl singing in the wreckage

 [bad word] 
 Hour after hour after hour (x2)

 My 18th birthday, I'll die of boredom
 Girl singing in the wreckage
 My private world is smashed right open
 Girl singing in the wreckage

 My 1st 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

 [bad word] 
 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