The Loyal

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
 Sarcasm 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