Lunch break losers, teenage queens Sat cross-legged in the grass, in a cool summer breeze Sunset warriors in ripped jeans, laying there next to me And so what, we're not 17 anymore But we danced, and screamed Our way down Southwold beach And I know, time goes But I've got somewhere to call home And it's my girls Real life heroes, catching me Late night confessions, and morning cups of tea Life keeps passing, like I'm in a window seat The train won't stop, but the journey's sweet And so what, we're not 17 anymore But we danced, and screamed Our way down Southwold beach And I know, time goes But I've got somewhere to call home And it's my girls x