l 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 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
Hour after hour after hour
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
……
马格丽特迷恋上了很多爱尔兰的乐团。爱尔兰,都柏林在她心里变成了金灿灿的不朽的名字。在那里,人们可以随时跳起舞蹈,唱起歌。
轻微那天唱起