lunch break losers, teenage queens
sat cross-legged in the grass, in a cool summer breeze
sunset warriors in ripped jeans, laying there next to me
and so what, we're not 17 anymore
but we danced, and screamed
our way down Southwold beach
and I know, time goes
but I've got somewhere to call home
and it's my girls
real life heroes, catching me
late night confessions, and morning cups of tea
life keeps passing, like I'm in a window seat
the train won't stop, but the journey's sweet
and so what, we're not 17 anymore
but we danced, and screamed
our way down Southwold beach
and I know, time goes
but I've got somewhere to call home
and it's my girls x
