high strung and poorly hung i think we re much too young i hear a sound from your left lung a melody so beautifuly sung sarcasm spread your wings oh what sweet joy it brings come home the whole town sings they will greet us like kings to everyones delight we crash at the speed of light so deep in the whitest white this could have been our burial site well ok and i am here for the loyalist i wanna see its face ok i am here for the loyalist this is the nesting place ok ok ok high strung and poorly hung i think we re much too young i hear a sound from your left lung a melody so beautifuly sung well ok and i am here for the loyalist i wanna see its face ok i am here for the loyalist this is the nesting place ok ok ok well ok ok ok