Tekster: Tori Amos. Other. Seaside.

Heard from the TV of the latest bombing,
The girls were dancing, she was coming of age.
Shells fired out, flowers mowed down.
Innocence targeted- whose god is this?
Wish that she had one more day.

There at the seaside, fifth of December,
We chased the tide as our treasures were gathered.
I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.


Heard from the TV of the latest bombing,
The girls were dancing she was coming of age.
Shells fired out, flowers mowed down.
Innocence targeted- what god is this?
Wish that she had one more day.


There at the seaside, fifth of December,
We chased the tide as our treasures were gathered.
I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.


Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle again.
Jangle, jangle, jingle, jangle.
Jangle and circle and end.


She was coming of age...