I was a darling boy
And she was a flailing girl
We looked for roses in the sand
She got an accent for Christmas through the mail
She wears it low on her tongue
Where has she gone
I got a photograph of her kissing on my laugh
It makes me smile like a fire
She was in love with me but I was a radio
I was getting signals from the power
But that's how teenagers
That's why teenagers go
Yea where has she gone
She threw her cruelty at liberty
It's already filled with holes
Her face would change
As a map came into range
She'll fly off on a flower
And that's why teenagers
That's how teenagers
That's why teenagers go
Yeah where has she gone