Prime Time

It's prime time Seven's fine Eleven's more refined Thirteen's rad Seventeen is great and nineteen's grand Leaving childish things Waiting on the wings They come to hurt me I don't give up easily I'll sing the summer I'll sing you free Wearing my brightest colours You can't help but sing with me Time to climb Leave the ground And leave the dark behind Chase the light Dazzle them with sound and sight Leaving childish things We're waiting on the wings They come to catch and hurt me Try to convert me But I don't give up easily I'll sing the summer I'll sing you free Wearing my brightest colours You can't help but sing with me I'll sing the summer I'll sing you free Wearing my brightest colours You can't help but sing with me