For my Rushmore.

(We all have them.)



"One Two Three Four

Tell me that you love me more

Sleepless long nights

That is what my youth was for



Old teenage hopes are alive at your door

Left you with nothing but they want some more



Oh, you're changing your heart

Oh, You know who you are



Sweetheart bitterheart now I can tell you apart

Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart



Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes

Too scared to own up to one little lie



Oh, you're changing your heart

Oh, you know who you are



One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten

Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten

Money can't buy you back the love that you had then



Oh, you're changing your heart

Oh, you know who you are

Oh, you're changing your heart

Oh, you know who you are

Oh, who you are



For the teenage boys

They're breaking your heart

For the teenage boys

They're breaking your heart..."