high strung and poorly hung 

i think we're much too young 

i hear a sound from your left lung 

a melody so beautifuly sung 



sarkasm spread your wings 

oh what sweet joy it brings 

'come home' the whole town sings 

they will greet us like kings 



to everyones delight 

we crash at the speed of light 

so deep in the whitest white 

this could have been our burial site 



well ok, i am here for the loyalist 

i wanna see its face 

and ok, i am here for the loyalist 

this is the nesting place 

ok, ok, ok 



high strung and poorly hung 

i think we're much too young 

i hear a sound from your left lung 

a melody so beautifuly sung 



well ok, i am here for the loyalist 

i wanna see its face 

and ok, i am here for the loyalist 

this is the nesting place 

ok, ok, ok 



well ok, ok, ok