sweet sixteen, age of dying,
he held her hand,
she dreamt about horses,
saw a head cut down
holds her breath,
voices all around,
taking him away from me,
with him I would have felt alright,
...even when he talks like this
she hides, avoid that beat, for you she will stand, through almost anything
sweet sixteen, age of dying,
she held his hand,
she dreamt about horses,
saw a head cut down
broken clouds, overcast sky
a baby like him
with him I would have felt alright
even when he talks like this
she hides, to avoid your beats, for you she will stand, through almost anything
but she lied,
avoid that beat,
for you she will stand
for you she will stand when they come, to cut your head down
they meet, to hold hands, each other hands, there in dark
