17

Travel like the smoke

Of borrowed cigarettes

Ascending with the hope

That perhaps death is not the end

You could not conceive

What it really means

To be seventeen

And complete, completely free, oh darling

Be seventeen

And complete, completely free, na ah

Roaming with the ghosts

Communing with the kings

Are the things I miss the most

But perhaps the end might a breeze

You could not conceive, oh

What it really means

To be seventeen

And complete, completely free, oh darling

Be seventeen

And complete, completely free, oh

Maybe you'll see the dark

Hanging from the gallows

And you're feeling torn apart

By some desperate shadow

To be seventeen

And complete, completely free, oh darling

Be seventeen

And complete, completely free, oh ah