Golden Queens

Talking late on the concrete floor

Laughing loud till our sides are sore

Polaroids taped up on the wall

Catching us before we fall (ooh-ooh)

Growing up in a rush,

spinning under the streetlights

Chasing down every spark,

trying to get the feeling right (yeah)

Girls just trying to find where they belong

Writing our names inside of every song Through the storm,

through the wind, we carry on

Yeah, we carry on (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Shared secrets in the passenger seat

Humming tunes to a broken beat

No one else understands the code On this long and winding road (hummmm)

We might stumble, we might fade

But look at the beautiful mess we made (look at what we

made)

Girls just trying to find where they belong

Writing our names inside of every song

Through the storm, through the wind,

we carry on

Yeah, we carry on

(yeah, we carry on)

We carry on... (ooh-ooh)

Just finding our way