The Sundays
She
[Verse 1]
She's all weak and her heart beats so
She can't speak with the lights so low

[Chorus]
Just to be one of a crowd
Feet scuttling across the floor
Spinning lights round and round
It's adolescent war

[Verse 2]
She craves noise and the music blares
Girl calls to a boy (and my heart is true, oh to you)
He just stands and stares

[Chorus]
Just to be one of a crowd
Feet scuttling across the floor
Spinning lights round and round
And it's adolescent war

[Post-Chorus]
Shoes grind kick like crazy
And arms tangling up with hair
Shaking them up and down again
And hearts pounding everywhere
[Outro]
She slows down
Has the music gone
Or has she stayed too long?