Altzing daydream serenade
 Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
 Seems like we all want to be
 So very different but nothing changes

 Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
 Beating hearts against a tide of one
 Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
 Beating hearts against a tide of one

 We all end up like magazines
 [bad word] up discarded, cataloged forgotten
 Read the pages that are free
 Living something careless
 Just sixteen all over

 Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
 Beating hearts against a tide of one
 Young and defenceless, 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

 Young and defenceless, 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