Paroles: The New Pornographers. Miss Teen Wordpower.

Our words move aimlessly through empty city squares, collecting into mobs and angry like their prayers
They breathe the air we fought to leave behind
This kind of blank adventure happens all the time, because nobody knows the wreck of the soul the way you do
We fought to find our thoughts, the runway walked us through
The swimsuit portion of the evening cancelled due to rain
The pageant's called again
You'll find this kind of blank adventure happens all the time, because nobody knows the wreck of the soul the way you do, Miss Teen Wordpower
So we float through the streets, breathe city lights, claims of the crown forgotten
So we float through the streets, float through the streets, the way you do, Miss Teen Wordpower
Nobody knows the wreck of the soul the way you do, Miss Teen Wordpower