Girl Singing In The Wreckage - Black Box Recorder

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 car, my early boyfriends

Girl singing in the wreckage

Wet weekends, New Year’s Eve parties

Girl singing in the wreckage

Hour after hour after hour

Hour after hour after hour

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 first trip, my expectation

I had a dream that it would end like this

No destiny, no destination

You hit the ground and then it stops

Hour after hour after hour

Hour after hour after hour

Hour after hour after hour

Hour after hour after hour

I miss my hometown, it’s nothing special

Call my parents let them know I’ve arrived

(Girl singing in the wreckage)

My primary instinct is to protect the child

Send the postcard from the airport

(Girl singing in the wreckage)