Lyrics

If ever there was a question of what she should do

Just call on emotion and it will lead you right to

The very location that she's been struggling through

Uncanny devotion in the eyes of those she knew

If ever there was a soul-selling opportunity

Her wrists would wring and fists would beat upon you

That shifting wave converts your red tint to blue-

blooded habits die a stomach-turning hue

It's a sickening choice, letting your voice out

There's a notion that it's never too late

So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing

Then this 19th should surely be great

If ever there was a question of what she could be

Their eyes full of surprise at ability

That shifting wave reverts back to the sea

The air is blanketed with immobility

It's a gut-wrenching choice, letting your voice swim in the ocean

Where it's drowned by things of late

So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing

Then this 19th should surely be great

I said that this 19th should surely be great

So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing

Then this tired heart is surely gonna break