I was a darling boy
And she was a flailing girl

We looked for roses in the sand

She got an accent for Christmas through the mail

She wears it low on her tongue

Where has she gone

I got a photograph of her kissing on my laugh
It makes me smile like a fire

She was in love with me but I was a radio
I was getting signals from the power

But that's how teenagers
That's why teenagers go

Yea where has she gone

She threw her cruelty at liberty
It's already filled with holes

Her face would change
As a map came into range

She'll fly off on a flower
And that's why teenagers
That's how teenagers
That's why teenagers go

Yeah where has she gone