Text: Department of Eagles. In Ear Park. Teenagers.

Something's bubbling up inside your holy head
You want to leave me but you don't know how to say it
Trying to tell me other ways didn't do any good
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Something's bubbling up inside my head
I want to stay here but I don't know how
Gone, you'll be gone with all that we should be gone
In the morning, morning maybe we could get back together
But I don't know if it'd be much better

Teenagers, teenagers, teenagers
Teenagers, teenagers, teenagers

Something's tumbling down inside your holy head
I know you're hiding when you drive by with your hood on
Gone, you'll be gone with all that we should be done
In the morning, morning, morning, morning

Teenagers, teenagers, teenagers
Teenagers, teenagers, teenagers