Sixteen, want to have it all...
still caught in the glamour of fifteen.
Want to be pretty, curl up and die.

Thought you had it all...
One step and you fall
down to your knees.

"Where were you Lord,
When I was broken?
Where were you Lord,
When I cried out?"

You were there,
by my side
holding me,
holding me...
sweetly.

Your eyes, so pretty and blue,
Tired of them, you want something new.
"Can you exchange them, Lord?" ..."No."

"Where were you Lord,
When I was broken?
Where were you Lord,
When I cried out?"

You were there,
by my side
holding me,
holding me...
sweetly,
back and forth.

"Darling, I make you -
there were no mistakes.
I will reassure you,
if that's what it takes...

Where were you,
when I created the sky,
the color of your eyes?
And where were you
when I died?"

Sixteen, want to have it all...
still caught in the glamour of fifteen.
Want to be pretty, change your eye color...
curl up... and pray.

"You were there,
by my side,
holding me,
holding me...
sweetly...sweetly.
Amen."